Saturday, November 23, 2019

Failure will come; it comes already. You love me none the less.

Shortcomings drive my actions and thoughts; and yet you love me as a favored son.

Dark and selfish thoughts course through me; how am I then worthy even of your notice?

As I roam these fields, walk these cobbles, let me encounter my fellows with some small part of your love. It is pure grace, given me as an undeserved and even unlooked-for gift.

I am a steward of your love — let me onpass it.

(Letter #1,778)

Thursday, November 21, 2019

A candle gladly lights another without worry that it will lose its own brightness. The unlit wick needs only to touch the lit.

Lord, you have set a candle glowing in my heart. It is bright enough to read by, but such a limited use would be a shame.

Let me light others’ wicks.

(Letter #1,776)

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

The wind is gusting and I am a paper cup, discarded and spinning on the pavement. My thoughts jump from tomorrow to yesterday and into ever deeper wells of imagination.

Does the world intrude, or do I pursue it? You must look on my agitation with sorrow.

Lord, let my feet root. Let my thoughts rest here.

(Letter #1,775)

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

It is a familiar path: there is a thing that must be done. I awaken with fear that I will be inadequate to the task and be judged therefore. I pray for guidance and strength. The time to act arrives. The words come, the deeds unfold. I later marvel and give thanks.

Lord, grant me this posture of gratitude at the outset. Let me give thanks at dawn, secure already that you will have carried me through this fearful day.

(Letter #1,774)