Saturday, November 17, 2018

Dear God, let me give over this day to you. Let me set aside my own plans and desires — and sacrifice each moment.

Did I mean to sit in solitude? Yet you send me fellows who need aid. Did I mean to tidy my dwelling? Yet you hurl a windstorm through my careful arrangements. Did I mean to lay by stores for later? Yet, Lord, you send me calamity and my resources are needed now.

I depend so upon my plans and comfort. Let me welcome the upended day, yea, even the surprise at my door that brings worry.

Each yesterday, in succession, has prepared me to face the today you have made for me. Let my today ready me for tomorrow’s fresh surprise.

(Letter #1407)