Monday, May 7, 2018

Dear God, the troubles I face, the difficulties I encounter, the woes I bear – all imagined. I embellish their magnitude, yea, their very existence is fiction. What trials are mine? In truth, I am fearful that I will not get what I want – this is the sum of it.

Lord, grant me a changed attitude today. Let me see clearly how all is well. I have too long sulked in din shadows. Today let me stand erect under the sunlight and feel its warmth on my skin. The sun has been here all along.

All my fears could come true and yet all would still be well. Wherefore, then, do I worry? Let me have tranquility in my step.

(Letter #1213)