Monday, October 5, 2020

I awaken. At day’s end I will rest. Why, then, do I worry over the course my path may take? My neighbor’s day holds the same fate. I wring my hands over what obstacles I may encounter, what calamity may befall.

Lord, it has all been preordained. My choice consists in how near is my relation to you.

Improve my reliance on you, dear friend. Let me not attend to where the path goes, but instead to how I walk it.

(Letter #2,095)