Thursday, September 30, 2021

Let me see the truth of things.

No matter the circumstance, my task remains: give love, be love. Spread the news that all will be well.

I am a mist, here for a moment. Why dwell in yesterday and tomorrow, when all there is woe and I lack agency?

Let me live and act today. This moment is truth.

(Letter #2,455)

Tuesday, September 28, 2021

If I hide here, behind this tree, will I be seen? Can I thus avoid my duties?

I am a bug on a plate, visible to all.

The light shining down is no searchlight, nor stage light. It is glorious sun, warming and quickening all it touches.

You, architect of my life, have created this day to be one full of wonder and amazement.

Let me walk in fascination, as I do your will today.

(Letter #2,453)

Monday, September 27, 2021

I scarcely know for what to pray. You interpret my groans and intercede, raining providence upon my days.

Is this not what I sought? Wherefore then do I yet whimper?

Let me see the bright sunshine outside my door, Lord. Let me close my book of woe, for there will be other days on which to add to the list.

Today is glory, let me cease this moaning.

(Letter #2,452)

Saturday, September 25, 2021

What if all is as I fear? What if all is calamity? What if there is rot behind the veneer?

O Lord, you have me in your arms, you are my ground upon which to stand. Here I rest with you, while the world may crumble.

These fever dreams, Lord, my gnawing fears. Reality is solid. It is me with you.

Let us amble through the fire, Lord, the cool flames cannot harm. Me with you.

(Letter #2,450)

Thursday, September 23, 2021

Silence. No words, no sound, no touch.

I try to draw nearer to you, and you are here. What happens when we are together?

Worry melts. The sun shines and burns away the gloom.

Power flows. If I rise from here with straight back, none can place a burden upon me.

It will all start in silence.

(Letter #2,448)