Sunday, January 12, 2020

The day touches me and I am awake. I fear the rain, the sun, the cold, the heat. Crowds and solitude.

I cower behind my door. Of what am I afraid? Each new act will eventually come to the awareness of my fellows and they will evaluate me. I fear in all instances, that I will be judged wanting.

Alone behind my door, Lord, let me see these fears rightly. They are shadows born of self-regard. No spotlight shines on me, no assays will be performed.

Lord, grant me a humility to see myself, my ordinary self.

(Letter #1,828)