Thursday, July 21, 2022

O sorrow, Lord, be a balm for my tears.

O fear, Lord, be encouraging of my spirit.

O weakness, Lord, grant me strength sufficient unto the day.

Smile upon your child, I am so needy. Grant that I may learn to trust you fully.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,689)

Wednesday, July 20, 2022

I paint the door and walls of my dwelling; it is yet still a pile of rocks.

I preen in my finery; I am yet still just another worker.

I sweep and sweep; yet still the winds will cover over the path with leaves.

Lord, direct my hands toward true value today. Let me seek and do your will.

(Letter #2,688)

Tuesday, July 19, 2022

In the dawn, I wage a daily battle with myself.

Let devotion to you, your path, your love – conquer.

Let the chains that shackle me to self – wither.

I fight a battle I want to lose, self conquered.

Let the light that is you, in me, grow.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,687)

Monday, July 18, 2022

How do I walk humbly?

How can my deeds and my words be gentle?

How can my dwelling be a welcoming place to all?

Refashion me, Lord. Remake me. Rebuild me.

Renew me. Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,686)

Sunday, July 17, 2022

Behind this hedge, protected from winds and out of sight, the sun warms me.

Safety, respite, peace.

From my hiding place, I peek through the bushes – chaos and woe await. Maelstrom.

While I am here with you, Lord, safe, let me seek your face. By the time I rise, the winds will be gone.


(Letter #2,685)

Saturday, July 16, 2022

I am the lotus, rising from the mud.

Lord, let me love these conditions in which you have placed me, for from them will grow beauty, joy, peace.

I will unfurl from the muck.

Let me give thanks.

(Letter #2,684)

Friday, July 15, 2022

Do you yet live in me, Lord? Then you must also be within others.

When they grumble at me, when I am assailed, let look for You in them.

When I feel insufficient, when I am crushed, let me look for You in me.

Let light pass from one to another, Lord.

(Letter #2,683)

Wednesday, July 13, 2022

In protecting myself, I am locked away, a useless item in a storage room.

Even in battle, I stand on the same ground, under the same sun, as my opponents.

Let me stand unafraid in open field, Lord, and be useful.

(Letter #2,681)

Tuesday, July 12, 2022

If the light falls upon me, let me use the time to share your good news. You, who rescues. You, who supplies.

All is already well, my brothers and sisters, all is already well.

Spread the word.

(Letter #2,680)