Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Who hopes for what they have? Let my lack be your opening, Lord.

Is faith possible in what is plain before my eyes? Let your presence remain invisible, Lord.

How can I love, when I rest swaddled in comfort? Let the gaze of my enemies be softened as I send them gifts of treasure, Lord.

Let me have gratitude for all that is not yet, that hope, faith, and love may grow within me.

(Letter #2,166)