Thursday, March 15, 2018

Dear God, let me become ready that you may strip away the things that stand in the way of my usefulness to you. Let me submit with joy to the pruning.

Of what do my day’s burdens consist? They are made up of my own bedevilments. Pride, selfishness, envy, sloth. Take away these wrong attitudes and leave in their place a light soul eager to do your work.

I carry so much that I have taken up myself. Let me rightly see how I may set it aside. I am not your pack animal, Lord, but your child. How tragic that I carry so much more than asked.

Lord, let me carry what you give me to carry. No more. I view the world as filled with burdens and duties – when will I recognize them as treasures and lessons? Let me become willing to see the world rightly. It is so much brighter than I let myself imagine.

(Letter #1160)