Thursday, September 19, 2019

Here in the morning quiet, I am safe. Yet I look into the day and I am a frightened child. What do I fear? The judgment of others.

Lord, cure me of this defective thinking. Let me improve my ability to rely upon you. Let me expand the scope of this reliance.

If my fellows judge me wanting, expel me, set me into the wilderness – then let me laugh with joy that this is your will for me.

Knowing that you will supply all, worry, is my own choice. Let me choose better.

(Letter #1,713)