Sunday, March 20, 2022

At the bitter end of a box canyon, you built me a trail up and out.

In a bare room with one bulb, comes a door.

I thought the river had dried up, but it had only shifted course. Cool water appeared steps away from my old wading spot.

Supply, providence, rescue – never from where I would have thought.

You are the Lord of surprise! Let me sigh with gratitude.

(Letter #2,596)

Saturday, March 19, 2022

Inside: fear, doubt, selfish worry.

Outside: storm, calamity, vexation.

The truth: all is well, within and without. All will be well.

Lord, you are a great wind, blow through and leave me clean.

All is well. All will be well.

(Letter #2,595)

Friday, March 18, 2022

Fearful of coming weather, I plead for shelter even as the sun shines.

Tomorrow is payday, yet today I worry over scraps.

O Lord, come inside and crack my flinty heart, unleash warmth. Impossible miracles are here already, and tomorrow will bring new delights.

(Letter #2,594)

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)