Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Pride bids me ask each day what the lesson is to be learned, when it is the same today as yesterday: spread love, erase self.

Each new event I approach as novel. What shall I do now? I wonder. Your answer ever: spread love, erase self.

My fellows vex me, I toil in anonymity, I face restriction and lack, I fear the judgment of others. Calamity threatens. How ought I respond? Spread love, you say. Erase self, you remind.

Lord, this simple message. Let it become my beating heart.

(Letter #1,921)