Monday, December 10, 2018

Dear God, this gnawing fear at the center of my chest, like an animal chewing through its cage, is built of all I have left undone and all before which I am in adequate. The tasks omitted, the pride that has made me idle, the lack of resources in the face of all I yet need. Fear and pride, Lord – these grip me and I can barely think.

Lord, enter this room! Shine your light in the shadows. Shake me awake. Hold my hand and guide me, I am so small. Let me not run from my next task, my next opportunity to experience your love.

Thy will be done

(Letter #1430)