Thursday, May 21, 2020

I am rowing, yet what little effect my effort has compared to the winds that you blow.

The road is the road, my walking on the left or the right offers only the illusion of choice.

Lord, my true choice is this: to get into agreement with you, or to wage useless battle.

I feel the wind, I see the curve in the road. Let me go their way.

(Letter #1,958)

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

What is victory? Is it conquest over others? Over conditions?

Let my victory today be over self. Let me assist others from the margins, without taking center stage. Let me be anonymous.

Grant me humility, O Lord.

(Letter #1,957)

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

I am worried whether I will be enough. Will I know what to do or say? Will my energy suffice? Will I have lacked discipline?

Lord, your will for me is inexorable. I will come to rest where you have ordained, regardless of whether it feels as if the day was successful or a failure.

Why, then, must I fret? Self-regard dogs me and I wish for praise, comfort, ease.

Let me walk in the direction you point.

(Letter #1,956)

Monday, May 18, 2020

I awaken from disturbed sleep. Am I to set aside foreboding?

My cupboard runs low. Am I to set aside worry?

Yesterday I was selfish and cruel. Am I to set aside remorse?

Lord, your ways are not mine. Let me try to wear another’s clothes.

(Letter #1,955)

Sunday, May 17, 2020

This part of my walk leads up a hill. Working my legs, I pant. The next rise is out of reach and may be a false summit.

The creatures of the ground dart easily up and down. They make their home on the side of a mountain. I lumber through like a mule.

Lord, let me run lightly through these lands. Let me drop my burdens.


Saturday, May 16, 2020

I shall be with you at each step. I will speak with you moment by moment by moment. Today will be a prayer from dawn until nightfall.

I will draw near to you; will you draw near to me?

If each step I take is a prayer, let it bring me closer to you. If each word a prayer, hear me yet more clearly.

Improve my walking, speaking, hearing, Lord.

(Letter #1,953)

Friday, May 15, 2020

The river wanders, and has built its own valley. It has left the mountains behind, and seeks the sea.

At times I am the ram walking stony paths, am I thus farther from you? To live in the heights is not for all. Even the ram must drink.

I have wandered, and worn a channel through low lands. Now I walk with purpose.

Thank you, Lord.

(Letter #1,952)

Thursday, May 14, 2020

These challenges that I imagine I face, are they real?

What if I walked around that obstacle instead?

I search and search for answers and resources – powered by this feeling of lack. Lord, yet another illusion.

Have you already given me all I need?

Let me see these stones in the road for the treasure they are.

(Letter #1,951)

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Alone with you at dawn. Even now, will you not speak?

My world has narrowed to one of confinement. Yet there still beckons the garden, the village, the mountains.

Lord, am I to find you on these travels?

I am a lone soul, Lord. Be with me, your needy servant.

(Letter #1,950)

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

As easy as it is to live in misery, I can live in joy.

As easy as it is to fear, I can surrender.

As easy as it is to hoard, I can share.

Let me be willing, Lord, to live in the light today.

(Letter #1,949)