Thursday, May 7, 2020

What if all my fears indeed came to pass? Held up to ridicule, subject to loss, left alone. The sun would still rise, the birds still sing, the forest still teem with life. My fears are shadows.

Abundance, approval, fellowship – these are all around even as I fear their opposites.

Lord, let me see through these flickering images, let me see the substance of the world.

You are love. All is well.

(Letter #1,944)