Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Dear God, I worry about tomorrow, yet today stands in between. This day holds all I need for this day – yet by worrying I squander today’s ration.

While I fret over tomorrow, the wind blows away today’s grain.

O, Lord, I am a member of your kingdom of birds, creatures, trees, mountains, foes, friends. You support all this, day by day. The miracle is renewed each dawn. I look right past it, eyes fixed on the unknowable secret of tomorrow.

Shake me awake, Lord. This path I walk, today’s portion, is gentle, shady, and smooth. What do children do with times of ease? They play.

Today, Lord, let me breathe with ease and deeply.

(Letter #1,508)