Thursday, October 10, 2019

Challenge comes to me: difficult talks that require diplomacy.

Burdens come to me: heavy loads that require strength.

Distraction comes to me: episodes that call my vanity and pride.

Lord, you grant me wherewithal to meet all this and more. At day’s end I will look back and see all the ways your gifts will have allowed me to match my trials.

Shall I then be sullen? Let me laugh with joyful gratitude at all the ways you buoy me.

(Letter #1,734)