Friday, June 28, 2019

Dear God, I cannot recall what troubled me just a few days ago. Today’s worries occlude it. And tomorrow will dispel today’s.

Lord, let me release these cares, a sacrifice to you. While they are with me, they loom so large. Phantoms.

Open my eyes to the ease you have granted me, if only I will grasp it. You have placed gifts here before me. Let me gather them up.

Shine upon me, sunshine, and burn away the mist.

(Letter #1,630)