Thursday, August 8, 2019

Let me hoard nothing today. Let me abandon myself to your will, with no reservation.

I hold back, I husband my energies and resources, I protect myself. My faith thereby withers and I am a stagnant, murky pool.

Crack me open, Lord. Empty me. Let cool and clear water pass through me into the world.

Grant me the faith be generous.

(Letter #1,671)