Sunday, December 23, 2018

Dear God, let me deliver your news to all comers today. Let me deplete myself, leaving nothing in reserve. Let me give with abandon.

But no, I hold back, I rest, I pace myself. I face the world and its demands timidly.

Make of me a powerfully flowing stream. Let me rush on, rush on, and wear smooth the stones, straighten the river bend.

You are at my back, with all the motive force I need. Let me pass along your loving power.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #1443)