Monday, November 12, 2018

Dear God, in the quiet and dark hours, before dawn, I sit. I ready myself to greet this day. My attitude has not yet formed. Am I eager, or filled with dread? Joyous or weary?

This uncertainty is potential. The path of the day will be set by my own internal attitude. Yet I cling to the illusion that my feelings arise out of conditions. In this way I hobble myself.

Lord, let me see the truth: I can stand erect whenever I please. Let me not crawl today.

(Letter #1402)