Friday, September 20, 2019

My worries and woes are minor, my troubles but light and temporary. I am desperate to see the future, yet you hide it from me.

Lord, let me see this blindness as the gift it is. Tether me to the present, that I may see how rich it is, and how inconsequential my difficulties.

Let me move through this day as a river, flowing over these stones and pebbles, wearing them smooth, enjoying even the cascades when they meet me. What is around the bend, cataract or pool? I will flow equally through each.

(Letter #1,714)