Tuesday, January 31, 2023

Shall I hold back and pace myself, in case my strength is not sufficient to the day?

Or shall I exert all, knowing times of rest will come as they are needed?

Let me abandon myself to each moment, Lord, secure that you know my capacities.

(Letter #2,793)

Monday, January 30, 2023

From the banks, I look at the flowing river and marvel at its might. Dry, the current does not touch me.

Wading by the shore, I easily walk. There is only a weak tug at my ankles.

Let me move to the center of the river and there receive the full power of the current. I can scarce stand as I am pulled along. Here, my oar strokes are multiplied. My boat hurtles forward.

Let me do your will today, Lord, and feel you at my back.

(Letter #2,792)

Sunday, January 29, 2023

Why fear the burdens this day delivers to me? A yoke on my shoulders, weary bones — but in the cart I pull is a heap of treasure, and I go through the village giving it away piece by piece.

Who could not love such a duty?

The treasure is good news. There is a plan. The word is this: All is well. All will be well. We are all well.

(Letter #2,791)

Saturday, January 28, 2023

I have heard your secret voice, whispered in my ear at dawn. The wind howled outside the door, yet I heard you murmur to me.

What did you say? All is well.

A whisper overcoming thunder.

Let me open the door, walk into the wind, confident in faith.

All will be well.

(Letter #2,790)

Friday, January 27, 2023

Does rescue bring joy? Then I shall needs be imperiled.

Does surrender being peace? Then I shall needs be vanquished.

In the morning, troops gather for a noon battle. The afternoon brings gnashing of teeth, yet tomorrow the sun rises on unclenched jaws and open hands. Who lost? Who won? What changed?

Tomorrow’s sun is the same as today’s. Let me love my life on the battle plain.

(Letter #2,789)

Thursday, January 26, 2023

Morning dawns and I pray for intercession. I hope for rescue.

Where, then, is faith? Hope is inconstant, tentative, pleading. If I have faith, I am then confident of rescue, assured that all is well.

Grant me faith, Lord, so much so that gossamer hope becomes unnecessary.

(Letter #2,788)

Wednesday, January 25, 2023

Slowly, slowly go I.

The forest grows around me in a riot. Downpours and windstorms.

Slow yet more, and sit. Under a canopy, calm can gather its strength.

Let me be an oasis, Lord, for them and for me. Be here in my presence, while I am in yours.

(Letter #2,787)

Tuesday, January 24, 2023

If I saw tomorrow’s path, could I bear it? If it contain trial, today would be consumed by worry. If reward, then today would be given over to anticipation.

Let me walk today’s path today — with gratitude for limited sight.

If I knew tomorrow, it would rob me of today.

All is well. All will be well.

(Letter #2,786)

Monday, January 23, 2023

I stand in a creek as it trickles by, my limitations apparent. The water flows around me regardless of my efforts to stop or turn it.

Your power, Lord, is sometimes gentle and slow. The day unfolds whether I help it or not.

Watch the minnows dart, who live in the water. They do not fight the stream.

Let me walk in the direction you already have pointed me.

(Letter #2,785)

Sunday, January 22, 2023

Standing on a plain, I peer into every corner of the horizon. Will not someone come?

There is nothing here to hide behind or under. I am face to face with my self, Lord, with you as midwife.

Make me ready to accept what I find and change.

(Letter #2,784)