Friday, May 17, 2019

Dear God, let me build others up today.

Let me encourage those around me and promote their interests in the broader world. Let me be a quiet one behind others’ success.

Let me do your will today.

(Letter #1,588)

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Dear God, let this day be a surprise. Let me greet it with wonder.

You have rained down upon me such bounty, yet I do not see it except in glimpses.

Let me pray today without ceasing. Let me be constant.

Grant me knowledge of your will for me, Lord, and the power to carry it out.

(Letter #1,587)

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)

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Dear God, you have reordered my thoughts. What I value is not what my fellows do.

Living apart from others, a foreigner, is wearing. I dwell among shadow people. At these times the world barely touches me. Nor, indeed, do I register. I glide, a cipher. Others speak, I speak, and we might well be speaking different tongues.

Lord, let me feel your friendship. I am weary today and feel alone.

(Letter #1,585)

Monday, May 13, 2019

Dear God, I sit quietly in the dawn and seek your will. When you answer, do I pay heed?

Willful, I set off daily in my own directions. I congratulate myself for being a seeker of your will, yet I stop short of being a doer. Where, Lord, is the virtue in asking, and even hearing, without acting?

Lord, move my hands today. Let me do your will.

(Letter #1,584)

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Dear God, the whirlwind blows, yet not a leaf is moving. It is in my heart, this tumult. Worry gnawing at me, confusion biting my heels. My head spins with fear.

Lord, pluck me up and hold me tight like a squirming child. I have frightened myself. Sing softly into my ear, slow my breath. Shine light into the dark corners and show me there is nothing there after all.

The storm I battle never was. It is within my mind. All around me is calm. Open my eyes, Lord, to all the ways I have always been in your care.

(Letter #1,583)

Saturday, May 11, 2019

Dear God, I awaken and look out upon the world. Do I see unruly wilderness or inviting forest?

The pathways I walk are for a time familiar and if I keep to a small area I am known. None trouble me. Soon I am in new lands. The sounds change and the shapes of the shadows are novel.

I am frightened in these new places.

Let me see, Lord, how similar the new is to the old. These are the same creatures, only clothed differently. I encounter the same souls and bid the same greetings.

Let me greet new fellows as familiar friends.

(Letter #1,582)