Sunday, April 19, 2020

Will I have done enough, all I could, at day’s end? Surely not, even when spent. Always, there will have been more to give.

And you love me all the same. No effort could make you smile upon me one bit more.

Thank you, Lord, that you love me perfectly. Thank you, Lord, that I face no judgment. If I evaluate myself it is out of my own pride – I desire to know a ranking. There is none.

Lord, take away my striving and grasping. Open my eyes to the comfort and abundance that is already mine.

(Letter #1,926)