Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Dear God, I face a day with the most inconsequential tasks, yet even now I would evade my duties and sit alone, at the bottom of my silent seabed. None visit me here: no detractors, no authorities, and yet no friends nor companions.

I can string together days here, coddled and alone, and life will pass.

Lord, quicken my heart. Let me rise and go out from here. Fill me with the willingness to be diligent today, at the smallest of tasks.

Today is the day in which my practice shall be small.

(Letter #1473)