Monday, October 14, 2019

Just as I avoid living in tomorrow, so too let me avoid living in hours hence. Let me be in this moment, breathing in and out.

Yet here in the dawn, I already worry over noontime and beyond. It is hours away, and I ignore the leaves that have blown in overnight, which now need sweeping.

In fear of the next hour, I squander my current minutes in self-pity.

Lord, grant me acceptance of this moment.

(Letter #1,738)