Monday, May 27, 2019

Dear God, as I consider the day, goal after goal comes to mind. Trivial task upon trivial task. My thoughts are filled with striving and grasping.

Even the lessons you teach me, Lord, I wish them to be presented as accomplishments. I wish for great trial so I may persevere and prideful he display faith.

O Lord! Let me be gentle. Let me be kind. Let me look upon myself with compassion. You are enough, let me tell myself. You already have what you need.

Let desire slip away from me. There are no empty spaces to fill, for you, Lord, are in my heart already.

(Letter 1,598)