Sunday, March 8, 2020

You placed these desires and thoughts in my heart. This dream that I pursue, that I await, itself a gift.

Let me, Lord, consider even the ordinary strivings of the day to be holy, gifts given by you, my most intimate friend.

As I march, Lord, let me to see the gulf between what I seek, and what I attain, to be your great gift. You make me wait for all I want.

Delay and yearning are your gifts.

(Letter #1,884)