Friday, November 30, 2018

Dear God, stone by stone, the world weighs upon me. Fear, worry, resentment piling one on the other. These bedevilments, though, are all self-created. Let me, Lord, flee from myself by giving over each moment to your will.

If I am your instrument in one setting, I must be so in another and another. Let me ask in each, what am I called to do, how best can I be of use?

O! Relieve me, Lord.

(Letter #1420)