Monday, January 11, 2021

I kneel in the morning gloom, and ask for knowledge of your will for me and the power to carry it out. I am frightened of the day’s journey and want comfort.

How will I know when the power has come to me? Is it strength you give? I am is weary at the start of a successful day as I am before a day of failure.

Trembling, step-by-step, I will walk while you clear stones from the way.

Improve my faith, Lord, that my meager resources will be enough. Your providence is its own form of strength.

(Letter #2,193)

Sunday, January 10, 2021

I came to you, deflated and broken. You we made me and taught me a way to live. You gave me a path to walk. I am so far from where I began, still yet nowhere near a destination.

I am on the way.

A small handful walk with me. Nothing I might have said drew them along; they were attracted by the fact of the path.

Let us be on the way together, Lord.

(Letter #2,192)

Saturday, January 9, 2021

How could I have missed your leading me, step by slow step, all these years? I thought I wondered in a wasteland of dissolution. Yet you guided me to rescue.

It was always planned.

These current woes, will I not look back upon them in the same way? Are you not already here with me, Lord?

Why, then, do I desire rescue? Let me walk on, already accompanied.

(Letter #2,191)

Friday, January 8, 2021

You blocked my way and shut the door through which I hoped to walk. You sent storms that swept away the old barn. A thief in the night stole my tools.

Lord, what calamity was on the other side of that door? Would the old barn have collapsed upon me in the morning? Is my current mastery stopping me from learning a new trade?

Are these afflictions, Lord, or gifts?

Thank you, friend, for saving me. Grant me the vision to see these feats of rescue for what they are.

(Letter #2,190)

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Am I the honed blade, kept on a peg ready to hand? Or the rusted knife, shoved to the back of an unused drawer? Have I dulled myself, through all this idleness and self absorption?

Lord, make me keen. Let me be willing to prepare, to be a favored instrument.

What will you build with me? Let me become worthy of your use.

(Letter #2,188)

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

If I bathe in this river, you will wash away the world. The current will uncling my worries, and they will drift away.

Back on shore, there are duties to attend to. Let me keep the peace I felt in the river as I bend my back into labor. I may sweat from exertion and my muscles may tremble; even so, let my mind be untroubled.

The river runs directly through this day, and I am already in it.

(Letter #2,187)

Monday, January 4, 2021

The world is not as I fear it. There are no enemy forces arrayed against me, no bitter opponent plotting my downfall.

The sun rises, I attend to chores, I cheer my fellows, the sun sets, I retire.

Let my dark fantasies dissipate, Lord. Let my thought life unfold in the present.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,186)

Sunday, January 3, 2021

You go before me, sweeping the path clear of rubble, lest I turn an ankle. You set my noon table. You soften my bed at night.

A dense hedge is no bother, for the way will open when I approach. All I need will come to me.

Where has my trust gone? I beat my fists against blank walls, when I need but wait for the door to appear.

Grant me patience, Lord.

(Letter #2,185)

Saturday, January 2, 2021

What does it cost me to reach out my hand and grasp another’s?

You have placed me at these heights, when I pull up my brethren, I am still standing. Why, then, do I hesitate?

Lord, I am striding along your high ridgelines, breathing the mountain wind. While I am here, let me maintain the track, that those behind me will find easier walking.

Let me no longer be miserly with the well-being you pour down upon me.

(Letter #2,184)