Saturday, September 28, 2019

Are these sorrows meant for me, dear Lord? Am I to live this day amidst lack and woe?

These are gifts meant just for me. They bring me closer to others who suffer yet more.

Let my acts today be disciplined. Let my habits be orderly and my thinking straight.

Let me live as a tool in your drawer, sweet Lord. Sharpen me. Let my edge become keen, let me gather no rust.

Let me become ready, then more ready, and then again yet more.

(Letter #1,722)