Saturday, July 18, 2020

My garden, do I care for it in order that others may remark on its beauty, or to bring food to table?

Too long, I have walked with piety as a display for others. Burn away all false motives, Lord, even those that result in positive acts.

Crack open my heart today, lay me bare to reality. Let me align my will with yours, with no double-minded reluctance.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,016)