Thursday, July 4, 2019

Given a gift of an hour filled with ease, I resent that there are not more of them. Pondering a day of rest, I wonder nervously how I will ever renew effort when it is over.

Let me, Lord, sit still for this moment without worry. The next hour, and the next, will arrive in due course.

Let me inhabit myself today.

(Letter #1,636)