Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Dear God, termites of fear chew at my foundations. Trouble and worry loom so large in my mind in these early hours. Let me not act frantically. Let my movements be slow, deliberate. Let my thoughts be filled with your presence. Let me comprehend how protected you hold me.

What can touch me, while I am in your arms? I am in your care, yet I act as if I am alone in an unforgiving land.

Let this fog of worry lift, O Lord. Let my thoughts become clear, my heart become calm.

(Letter #1418)