Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Dear God, what calamity will you save me from today, of which I am ignorant? When I look back on this day, will I see how grateful I ought to be?

Lord, wipe the mist from my eyes and let me see this moment clearly. I construct fantasies that I strive for, treasures that I grasp for – and these blind me to the favor you already shower upon me.

As I take each step today, let me cry out with thanks.

Place gratitude in my heart, Lord.

(Letter #1,586)