Tuesday, July 30, 2019

You set the earth and events in motion around me, all fixed and beyond my control. Within this vast container, Lord, I hold infinite choice.

You smile upon me as I make my small decisions which loom so large in my view. What matter if my feet turn left or right? The paths were laid out by you.

Grant me sight, Lord. Let me have the proper view of my own doings. My actions are like the chaff which will burn away. Let me recognize what is of value.

(Letter #1,662)