Tuesday, August 4, 2020

Cascades of obligations rain down on me, yet I stay in my closet and seek you.

Duty calls; am I shirking?

Eyes look for me; am I hiding?

My will hangs limp like a banner in summer.

Strengthen my faith, Lord. Time with you is its own accomplishment.

(Letter #2,033)

Sunday, August 2, 2020

The gardener does not do the growing. The seeds sprout, the roses bloom on their own. The ground has been prepared, the weeds removed – but you, Lord, bring life into the rows.

Let me learn humility. I tidy my room and think it accomplishment.

Let me step back and marvel at the growing things.

(Letter #2,031)