When the rains come and I grumble, when the garden is overgrown with weeds that I must pull, and I am frustrated, when my neighbor speaks ill and sparks my ire — unclench my jaw, dear Lord.
The day may contain trial, yet even the harshest trouble lasts but moments. While I walk on this path, let my gate be relaxed.
Breathe in, breathe out. Let me walk gently today, and battle nothing.
(Letter #3,931)
Daily Letters to God 