Thursday, May 9, 2019

Dear God, pride fills me, it grows within me, it directs my desires and thoughts. Each moment I search for a thunderbolt that will bring with it applause and recognition.

Lord, let me doubt myself. Let me taste worry and woe. Let me appreciate failure. Let these things root me into this moment, crowding out heady dreams of what may come tomorrow.

Let today’s work be done today.

(Letter #1,580)