Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Dear God, grant me presence.

My thoughts drift into vague places, unformed worries over the future, distant regrets over past failures. I distract myself to get through the day and, thus, the present moment slips through my fingers. I am left with the vague ghosts of past and future.

Lord, let me live today. Let my every moment draw out, let me be intent on the here and now. Grant me this moment, over and over. Let me pursue this gift, for I know you will meet me when I seek you.

(Letter #1396)