Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Who hides the future? It is you.

Who buries the past under dim memory? It is you.

Who limits my view of even this moment to my own flawed perspective? It is always and ever you, Lord.

I have no choice but to follow your will, even would I try to go my own way. The day ends and it was always as you would have had it.

Grant me equanimity, Lord. There is no such thing as calamity and my worries are but mist. Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,480)