Sunday, July 11, 2021

Let me today be the unnoticed custodian, polishing the floors upon which others walk. Let my practice be one of perfecting my secret craft.

Thy will be done, Lord, through my simple hands.

(Letter #2,374)

Saturday, July 10, 2021

The rising sun – a miracle.

The wind – a miracle.

These hands – a miracle.

Why search I for intricacies, Lord? Is it not enough that I exist within your creation?

Simple miracles, cascading through the day.

I am one, too.

(Letter #2,373)

Friday, July 9, 2021

At a fork in my path, which shall I take?

Halfway to a goal: press on or turn back?

Lord, I am seeking direction. Have you been sending signs? Will I look back on this day and realize it?

Thy will. Let me know and do thy will.

(Letter #2,372)

Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Rain, wind, sun, trees.

Storms upend my shelter.

Flowers open at dawn, and watch me reestablish my dwelling place.

You shine upon me. Am I the flower or the worker?

Whichever am I, let me do your will today, Lord.

(Letter #2,370)

Tuesday, July 6, 2021

I strive and persevere, tending these gardens and keeping the grounds and repair.

And yet, how insufficient are my labors. Do my orderly habits ease the suffering of my neighbor? Does a display of devotion ripple outward?

Lord, it is you who will save. The shining sun will warm shivering limbs, without my extra effort.

Hear my quiet prayers, Lord, said for the benefit of those who do not yet see.

(Letter #2,369)

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)

Sunday, July 4, 2021

You are my friend, seated here beside me. You whisper encouragement to me. You admonish me when I am off course. You soothe me when I bear troubles.

No distant commander, but instead a constant companion. My constant companion.

Let us greet the day together.

(Letter #2,367)

Saturday, July 3, 2021

I seek guidance as I meet these forks in my path. Choice after choice, cascading through the day. What is your will?

I already know, Lord. I only hesitate out of fear and obstinacy. But you know even my wrong turnings.

I wring my hands over these decisions when I should better seek only to become awake to your lessons.

Open my eyes, Lord, and let me learn what you have to teach me.

(Letter #2,366)

Friday, July 2, 2021

At dawn I turn to face the day. What will befall me? To what end? I beg to learn the outcomes.

The evening remains shrouded in mist, as does tomorrow. All I can do is face east and watch the sun rise.

Grant me equanimity today, Lord, in the face of tomorrow’s uncertainty.

(Letter #2,365)