Wednesday, July 21, 2021

I was beaten, and you sent rescue.

I cried out in despair, and you sent relief.

I was crushed by lack, and you sent plenty.

Yet in these early hours, I sit terrified of what may come: sorrow, ignominy, judgment.

Lord, let me see the gifts and rescue you have always provided. I already rest beside heaps of wealth.

(Letter #2,384)

Monday, July 19, 2021

If I am your child, protected, why then feel I fear?

If I have learned forgiveness, why feel I resentful?

If I have repented well and truly, why feel I remorse?

Do I yet live under the pain of these things, Lord, that I may grow in my compassion for others?

Let me not mind today’s difficult spots, they are mere demonstrations.

My brothers and sisters, let me show them the relief you have given me, that they may, too, feel it.

(Letter #2,382)

Sunday, July 18, 2021

Will I squander this day on selfish pursuits?

Lord, let me be a dynamo, doing your will at every moment. Let me help my brothers and sisters.

If you bid me rest, let me do it for the love of you.

(Letter #2,381)

Friday, July 16, 2021

I am in a tower, strongly guarded.

I am in a warm embrace, comforted and fed.

You bathe me, wipe muck from my eyes, put me to bed to rest.

In the morning, this morning, all will be fresh and new. Energy will course through my limbs.

Yesterday’s woes are in a heap on the floor.

I am alone now in my rooms, secret and unassailed.

Thank you, Lord, father, mother.

(Letter #2,379)

Thursday, July 15, 2021

Small and timid letters on the page. What do I fear? That others may read them?

Do I not pray that I may be heard?

Let me be willing to greet you openly, Lord. Guide me in my private and public doings.

(Letter #2,378)

Tuesday, July 13, 2021

At an appointed hour, there is a battle to be waged. When one side has perished, the other will stroll the field.

The sun will have shone down upon them equally all the while, the ground will have supported them all.

The day could have ended with singing and fellow-feeling.

When I walk onto the field, Lord, let me think of the games we might play together.

(Letter #2,376)

Monday, July 12, 2021

You have set me these tasks; soon I will perform them before my fellows. What if they judhe me harshly? What if I fail in public?

Lord, take away these needles of care and worry. You grant me supply each morning, and today is no different.

Let me do your will today.

(Letter #2,375)