Saturday, April 20, 2019

Dear God, walking a misty pathway, ones and twos encounter a fallen limb. Together we can remove it, a knot of unison.

Let me, Lord, add my hands to the collective effort today. Let me be one among many, neither leader nor follower — but a fellow.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #1,561)

Friday, April 19, 2019

Dear God, what I feared I now welcome. What bored me now fascinates. Where I sought acclaim I now promote others.

How, Lord, did such a revolution occur? Drip by drip, the rot has been washed away and my foundations upended.

My wounds are covered in new, pink skin and the sun warms me.

I never can become worthy through action, Lord. These changes are solely from your love and grace. Yet let me try to merit them. Let me accept your love and pass it on.

(Letter #1560)

Thursday, April 18, 2019

Dear God, am I stretching out under warm sunshine, or cowering under harsh glare? It is all the same sun and you leave the choice to me. What freedom!

If you are love, dear Lord, then love also is you. As I spread love, according to your will, I also spread your dominion.

The sun shines regardless. Let me share with others how warming the light can be.

(Letter #1,559)

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Dear God, behind today’s fear lies a greater fear, and behind that yet another.

I fear others – behind that, I fear that I will be judged poorly – and behind that still, I fear having my true nature exposed to myself. I am afraid that my self-image will shatter.

At core, then, my fear really is rooted in self. It is based in doubt that you, sweet Lord, love and support me. I pridefully think myself alone. Acceptance, under such a lash of selfish fear, is glum, reluctant.

Build my faith and let it be true. Let me accept this world and its movements eagerly, enthusiastically.

O! I make my own inner life misery by denying your love at its deepest core. Crack me open, Lord, and expose my raw skin to warm sunshine.

(Letter #1,558)

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Dear God, I could rest; but let me instead walk on.

I could shy away from challenge, but let me instead turn to face it.

I could glance away from my sister or brother, but let me instead look into their eyes.

Lord, help me to choose the more difficult path today.

(Letter #1,557)

Monday, April 15, 2019

Dear God, hiding behind my bunker, I worry for what the day will bring. Enemy forces gather. Dawn on the battlefield.

Where, Lord, has my reliance upon you fled? Just days before, I felt you glowing in my heart.

This place is not yet a scene of conflict. Flowers unfurl, mist hangs. Why must I see it through a dark lens? Open my eyes to the reality around me. Everywhere I look, one sun shines on all. You favor no creature.

Snap me out of my fear-trance, Lord – and let me go on to awaken fellow and rival alike.

(Letter #1,556)

Sunday, April 14, 2019

Dear God, would you have me dwell alone, apart, building careful walls and arranging rooms of clutter?

Who benefits from such lonely order?

Lord, you call me to circulate and bring messages of love. Let me labor in service to others and with good cheer.

Let me be generous with time, energy, and attention.

(Letter #1,555)

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Dear God, this village is full of workers. Sisters and brothers turning their hands to all kinds of labor. Some sow, some build, some clean, some repair, some nourish.

As I roam among my fellows, in the quiet dawn mist, let me look for ways to be of help. If we all are to labor, then we all might aid one another.

When my hands are idle, Lord, let this be my discipline: to seek others I might help. Let the love I carry, your love, be tangible and no mere idea.

(Letter #1554)

Friday, April 12, 2019

Dear God, come to me. Seep into my roots and flow through me. Nourish me in secret.

Take away my desire to preen and posture. Let me be plain, without decoration.

Let me work my life into a thing of usefulness. A flat table, a sturdy chair.

The last shall be first.

(Letter #1,553)

Thursday, April 11, 2019

Dear God, the life of the beacon weighs on my shoulders. I live apart, dwelling with you, and in the small hours of morning I feel lonely. I am fearful for those who would founder were my light to dim.

Lord, let me see rightly. I am not alone nor have I ever been. Fellows stand ready to help were I but to ask.

Others will carry my load when it is needful. Let me give adequate thanks to you and to them.

Not one of us is alone. Wherefore, then, should I feel so?

(Letter #1,552)