Monday, July 30, 2018

Dear God, my thinking fills so quickly with my own preoccupations. I shut myself away to seek you, yet within moments I cease listening for your voice. My attention turns instead to my hopes and fears of the day.

Upend my thinking, Lord! I have worn a groove, pacing back and forth in my own self-regard. Sweep in like a storm, fix my attention upon my relationship with you. Let me hold onto you desperately.

In times of quiet, dependence on you appears optional. Let me not be so listless. Drive me to you. Force me.

Lord, take away my illusion of choice.

(Letter #1297)