Friday, September 13, 2019

How willing am I, really, to do your will?

I hold back, lest I become depleted. I fear discomfort and so turn away from the hard path. I think of my own aims before others’.

Lord, reverse me. Let me spend my energies, take the hard road, place myself last.

Surely your will for me is to be no miser. Let me give away my treasure.

(Letter #1,707)