Saturday, November 10, 2018

Dear God, even in the midst of my own gloom, let me shine as a beacon for others today. Troubles press; let me see them for the trivial matters they are. Let me see how futile are my cares. Let me recognize all these opportunities to become useful that litter my day.

Whom, dear Lord, shall I lift up today?

Let me welcome all strangers, rub balm upon the wounds of my fellows, cheer the sullen. O let me spread laughter throughout the crowds of my frightened brothers and sisters.

Let me, Lord, become useful.

(Letter #1400)