Tuesday, August 13, 2019

I intend to take such care and act with such purpose. Yet the morning arrives and it all dissipates like mist. Where has my resolve gone? And where, Lord, my plans for achievement?

Here, in the morning, I will not dwell on the evening, for it will take care of itself.

Make my day simple, Lord. Let me take each small step without overmuch thought. Let me do what is before me.

(Letter #1676)