Thursday, January 24, 2019

Dear God, the fence needs repair. Cows cry for milking. The floor needs to be swept.

Lord, if I am to be your instrument, set me to the proper use. Let me be the hammer where there are nails to be struck, the dressing where there are wounds, the cup where there is thirst.

Let me not seek to direct the action but instead to respond to the needs around me. Let me become the needed object.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #1475)