Saturday, August 18, 2018

Dear God: O! I am too glum as I follow you. I prostrate myself before you. I view my trials as a crucible in which you refine me. Such a harsh view of my days.

Lord, can I rejoice in every small thing you send my way? Can I not gird myself for battle, but instead shed my armor and run unprotected before my enemies? Can I, indeed, see them as friends?

Lord, let me marvel at each difficulty you offer me. What will I be shown next, what miracle will you work?

Let me, Lord, greet you with enthusiasm. Let me run headlong into this day.

(Letter #1316)