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)