Saturday, June 8, 2019

Dear God, thank you for my feet, rooted in the ground. For my hands, dexterous and nimble to grasp. For my legs, sturdy. My arms, my neck, my back — strong. My eyes to see, ears that hear, voice to speak.

I walk with such satisfied power, a prideful balloon. This gratitude, let it be more than glad feeling. Let it train me.

Brimming with ability, Lord, let me direct my capacities toward your will. Let the self in me wither, let my abilities direct themselves toward others.

You gave me strength, Lord. Let me not squander it on myself.

(Letter #1,610)