Sunday, May 13, 2018

Dear God, I plan and plan. My day grows before me like a house of cards. Each moment I fear a stray wind will knock it down.

Lord, give me foundation. Let me stand unmoving on stone, let me build no castles. Let my plans be simple and guided by you.

Plant my feet unmoving. I am so changeable, I wander. Root me.

(Letter #1219)