Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Dear God, let me catalog my gratitude. Let your light shine upon my worry and dispel it like the mist it is. Where are the problems I think I have? If I truly look, they cannot be found.

I so easily confuse trouble with worry. If I awaken with anxiety, I think myself troubled, beset by problems. But my worries are over things that may happen in the future. Here and now, no problems touch me. I am alive, and so have all I need.

Thy will be done today, dear Lord.

(Letter #1432)