Saturday, December 31, 2022

From fear — deliver me.

From worry — deliver me.

From dependency — deliver me.

These moods that come upon me and sit like thick mist — shine upon me, your sun, burn away my woeful ways and leave a meadow of plenty, grasses waving and birds singing.

If my thoughts are twisted, I cannot think my way into straightness. If my body is wracked, I cannot will myself into health. Heal my mind, my body, my heart, dear Lord.

Deliver me.

(Letter #2,762)