Monday, November 11, 2019

You make me equal to this day. Whether I am to walk gently, or lift great objects, or perform feats of charity: you have made me already enough.

This fear – of boredom, of effort, of being judged – is just a shadow. Let me touch the substance of the world. Power flows through me, just enough.

Oh, thank you, Lord.

(Letter #1,766)