Letter 4472
Walking from my bed to the front room, I already see things I would change. Clothes out of place, a dish left out.
As I sit in devotion, before the window, I see the glass needs cleaning.
In the garden, overnight came the rabbits who eat the leaves of my tomatoes.
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By day’s end, am I weary from fighting battle after battle with a world that slowly disorders? Or do I stop to discover:
A sunset, glorious in its red hues spreading across the horizon.
Let me not fight every battle, Lord.
Consider:
Can I leave today’s battles for a later time?
Reading:
❖ “It is not enough to be industrious; so are the ants. What are you industrious about?” — Henry David Thoreau, letter to H.G.O. Blake, 1857
❖ “Let nothing disturb thee; let nothing dismay thee: all things pass; God never changes. Patience attains all that it strives for. He who has God finds he lacks nothing: God alone suffices.” — Teresa of Ávila, “Nada te turbe”
❖ “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” — Ecclesiastes 3:1 (KJV)
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~B.R.
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