Thursday, March 17, 2022

Is the world a puzzle to be solved? A battle to be waged? A test? A thief?

My days are filled with gift upon gift, even as I fail to notice the piles of treasure growing around me.

The treasure, these gifts: well-being, purpose, joy, love. Ease.

Let care drop from my shoulders, Lord, let me become aware of my wealth.

(Letter #2,593)