Thursday, July 18, 2019

With each rift, let me see the hidden opportunities to strengthen bonds.

With each setback, let me see the opportunity to correct past error.

With each criticism, let me view with gratitude the opportunity to see myself as others do.

Why do I face these trials? Let me see their reality.

Shall I be a beacon, Lord, to demonstrate how your children might cling to faith? Let me recognize the secret gifts you have hidden in the events of this day.

(Letter #1,650)

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

When disappointment comes, Lord, what am I to do? Have you abandoned me?

I walk through this world a creature of wants. I am in a state of unfulfillment, for there is always one more desire to pursue.

Let me see what you have already given me. I am overflowing with wealth. Yet I ignore these mounds of treasure as if they were heaps of rusted scrap.

Lord, open my eyes.

(Letter #1,649)

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Worry creeps in to this secret dwelling. My refuge, in this light, is a place of torment. Sitting alone, with none around, I bring this unrest on myself.

Lord, still my racing thoughts. All these things that I have left undone – this is your will.

Let me bring my thoughts into agreement with you. When in peace, let me think peace. When safe, let me think safety. When it is time for charity, let me think, love.

(Letter #1,648)

Monday, July 15, 2019

What does it matter, that I am prepared for this day or not? It will arrive and unfold regardless.

The sun’s rays will hit my bare feet as I open my door, the wind will blow fresh scents to me. The rain may fall.

And here am I, thinking I can hold back the tide through greater effort. Let me, instead, walk barefoot on the shore.

(Letter #1,647)

Sunday, July 14, 2019

The world is not the world. My body goes through the day, yet so, too, does my soul.

Let me see the drama of my relationship with you in these ordinary and tangible events.

In this quiet room, Lord, a love story is unspooling, between you and me. Let me see it rightly, that I may tell of it.

(Letter #1,646)

Saturday, July 13, 2019

Throughout the day, in so many ways, I flee. I avoid minor obligations, I trace a path around the way so as to evade my fellows.

I say I seek solitude, and time to heal. Yet this amounts to escape.

Lord, let me not avoid this world. Here am I, let me love this ground beneath my feet. Wherever I may flee, there will I meet myself.

Be here with me, dear Lord.

(Letter #1,645)