Dear God: fear, fear, fear. I face so much today that frightens me. I worry I have not prepared myself well enough, that I have not completed tasks well enough, that all will see and despise my shortcomings.
Of what, in truth, am I afraid? The answer is simple: the judgment of others.
Lord, let me see through this illusion. Let me see truth today: what you would have me do and where you would have me go. Your love. Your forgiveness. Your grace.
Lord, in quiet and pleasant times I feel beatified by your love. In chaotic times I feel protected by the simplicity of your will. But it is in ordinary times, like today, that I fall farthest from you. These small worries loom so large.
Lord, repair my thinking. Grant me grace – let me focus on helping others and not on protecting my own status. Let me spread your words of love.
Thy will be done.
(Letter #1284)
Daily Letters to God 