Saturday, April 30, 2022

Dawn. Dew. Mist.

How will I spend the hours in this day you have given to me, O Lord? Will I sit and await the tomorrow that will never come?

You have given me, your child, treasure. Let me not hoard it, but instead spend and share.

(Letter #2,637)

Friday, April 29, 2022

Doing your will, I never exhaust your supply.

Speaking your words, I am never speechless.

Going your way, I am never lost.

You will not forsake me, Lord, and I shall live close to you.

Let me do your will today.

(Letter #2,636)

Thursday, April 28, 2022

These fields have no walkways; only the tracks deer have made. Are these game trails fit to walk? And ever yet I am led by the hand down them.

Let me do your will, Lord. Be with the creatures; dine with the weary; ease the afflicted.

Let even my walk into the village be an adventure, Lord.

(Letter #2,635)

Wednesday, April 27, 2022

One drop, in a trickling stream through a grassy field.

I will join a creek, then a river, the sea. I may support a mighty barge, crash against a pier and storms.

The sun may take me up, and I may rain down on a field and find my way to a stream.

Lord, let me be your river.

(Letter #2,634)

Sunday, April 24, 2022

A well-worn path. Wither goes it?

Is it worn because it is easily trod? Or because, though stony, it leads to heights and vistas?

Are you at its end? Are you the way itself?

O Lord, let me walk rightly today.

(Letter #2,631)

Friday, April 22, 2022

I am blinking in the sunshine. How did I get here? I scarce remember the steps that made up my journey.

Did you send me into this land to heal or be healed? To experience joy or to give it? To learn or to teach?

Need I know, Lord? Obedience brought me here.

Let me do your will today.

(Letter #2,629)