Monday, August 31, 2020

I have mapped the day already, and planned my path. Arrogance and folly, for you will determine my steps.

The road may wash out, the bridge may crumble, a new way may open. Who am I to predict?

I have a ball of fear inside me due to conversations that may happen days hence. I dread the calamity that has not yet come to pass, for it might.

O Lord, let me cease looking ahead. Let me fill my moments with thoughts only of today.

(Letter #2,060)