Saturday, June 6, 2020

Awake before the sun, I am already driven on by pride, selfishness, and self-pity. I judge all around me, wrathful.

Lord, you undermined this rickety barn I have built, filled with such dark, poisonous air. Knock down the beams, you supply all I truly need.

You point the way to humility, generosity, acceptance, tolerance.

Standing out in the field, unsheltered, let me take the cloak you offer. You have sewn it just for me.

(Letter #1,974)