Monday, July 5, 2021

If your will for me is success and eminence, none can stand against it.

If your will for me is belovedness, conflict will cease.

If your will for me is to relate myself to you, then nothing will break me away.

Riches of all kinds shower upon this life in all ways, and continually. I fix my eyes balefully upon the dark clouds, yet it is there that the gifts are hidden which I will soon unwrap.

Lord, let me learn to live amidst all these riches.

(Letter #2,368)