Monday, September 20, 2021

Who hides the future, who creates this forgetting of the dim past? Who blurs my vision of today, that I know not even where I sit?

It is you, Lord. My mistakes, questions, and troubles are all brought and authored by you.

How shall I see even calamity as a gift? Shine into my thought life, Lord, and be with me.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,445)