Thursday, August 29, 2019

O, why do I scrutinize the many gifts you bestow? The sunrise beckons, yet I scowl at the chill wind. Ease comes, yet I resist over fears of idleness.

Lord, let me accept these treasures you hold out to me without demanding that each jewel be first polished. Let me turn my face to the sun, smiling, and walk this track. Let me laugh as I kick away stones rather than fear a turned ankle.

(Letter #1,692)

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Let my day be one of unbroken service. Let me steal nothing, not a moment.

You fill me with energy and your sunshine. Let me pour it all out, generously and with joy.

What a strong back you have fashioned for me! Let me share it and carry my fellows’ burdens, singing a sweet and inviting tune.

(Letter #1,691)

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

In my selfishness, my indolence, my fearfulness— let me be helpful, industrious, cheerful.

Let me bring good will into the gloomiest of places. Shine upon where my feet fall, Lord, and let the warm light drive away the dampness.

(Letter #1,690)

Monday, August 26, 2019

Sun shines, shines down on this pathway, shines on my shoulders and warms my back. The joy it gives me is not taken from some others’ portion; there is always enough sunshine for all.

Lord, let me remain awake to you today. You shine and shine and shine. Let me reflect you onto my fellows.

(Letter #1,689)

Sunday, August 25, 2019

The way is narrow, a twisting trail up from the valley. Switchbacks and stones, up and up.

Lord, you walk with me in my solitude, and hold my hand as I gaze down upon the stream below. Breathe my way and power flows into my pumping legs.

There is yet more to walk, and the path narrows yet more. We will walk single file. I feel you at my back, dear Lord. Press me on.

(Letter #1,688)

Friday, August 23, 2019

Few come by my dwelling. I rest single through much of the day.

Let me venture into the village and circulate among my fellows, dear Lord.

I may feel alone but there exists a community around me nonetheless. Let me act a citizen today.

(Letter #1,686)

Thursday, August 22, 2019

The day is always the same duration, yet my experience of it varies so. Some periods fly by, others drag.

I have been given wealth beyond imagining, yet I sing a song of woe and malaise.

Let me take all these treasures you have heaped upon me, this physical well-being, this love from family, this ease of body, this community of fellows – and pack its remembrance into this dull day.

Awaken me, Lord.

(Letter #1,685)