Sunday, January 27, 2019

Dear God, your peace is no mere absence of trouble. In dark woods, when I come upon a meadow, it is teeming with life, the sun shines down, the ground is soft with green grass. Flowers burst from every crack. The meadow sings joy. It is no empty clearing.

So, too, Lord, does your peace bring with it gift upon gift. Yes, Lord, you rescue me from agitation, worry, and conflict. But you do so by delivering to me love, a feeling and desire for usefulness, healed and healthy relations.

My quiet, placid days churn with joy invisible to the eye.

Let me bring my fellows to your meadow, O Lord, those who wish to find it. We will sit still, living a solid joy.

(Letter #1478)