Sunday, September 20, 2020

You are the one who hides tomorrow from me, the same one who brings today’s bright sunshine.

What you conceal is equally a gift as the heaps of treasure I see all around. Each day there is a new band in the path, past which I cannot see.

Will tomorrow bring collapse or rescue? My ignorance is your greatest grace.

I have food, water, and shelter, Lord, a repeated miracle.

Let me live this day in this day.

(Letter #2,080)

Saturday, September 19, 2020

The world is not the world, let me slip free my bonds. I was the one who set my own chains. Self-regard leaves me a circle eating itself.

O Lord, let me fully awaken!

This day dawns and I am one flower among many, turning to the sun. Brothers and sisters crowd and jostle. Am I alone or are we a field?

The edges of the world glow. What is coming, Lord, what will you show me today?

Let me be a greeting.

(Letter #2,079)

Friday, September 18, 2020

Choice after choice after choice presented to me throughout the day. Do I see them rightly?

I encounter forks in the road and wonder if I ought go one way or another.

But in truth, there is only one decision, offered over and over: Am I pursuing your will, Lord, or my own ends?

Let me choose you, dear God.

(Letter #2,078)

Thursday, September 17, 2020

Thinking ahead with worry over when I will be asked to speak, I pray for words.

Fearing tomorrow’s calamity, I pray for knowledge of what to do.

They will come when they are needed.

Today I live in ignorance of tomorrow. Grant me more faith, Lord, that I may trust what has been my experience: you will deliver supply when it is needed.

Let me live in acceptance today.

(Letter #2,077)

Monday, September 14, 2020

My body is a clenched fist; let me relax and let it go.

My thoughts are a spinning carousel; let me step off and think of the one thing.

My faith in you, Lord, so reluctant to grow; let me abandon self-sufficiency.

I improve so slowly and take so many steps backwards. Grant me progress this day.

(Letter #2,074)

Sunday, September 13, 2020

For what did you make me?

Am I to carry the robe of royalty, work the fields that provide bread, make the shoes worn by a thief? If I am a cup, Lord, how might I know whose lips will drink from me? Who am I to judge?

I cower behind my ignorance of the future. Standing still, I cannot balance. Let me take the next indicated action, Lord.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,073)

Saturday, September 12, 2020

Let me seek your will. Let me help others. Let me place my own desires last.

I strive for accomplishment, yet it is all ashes. I am a child building in the sand.

Why think I that you concern yourself with where I place my feet? You call me to love my brothers and sisters, not to win races.

Lord, demolish my faulty values. Reorder my cares. Let me love your world.

(Letter #2,072)