Letter 4568
The roof of the barn, I note, could use repair. There is a small hole at one end. I had not noticed it before, it is so small.
This is not something that needs attending to immediately, yet it must eventually be dealt with before it grows too large.
Now, moving through my day, behind my thoughts is the knowledge: Things are not as they should be. Where before my days were clear, I now live with a problem to be addressed.
In devotion, the problem comes again to mind. Now is the time for me to pray for aid. You are Providence, and have answered prayer upon prayer before this.
But what form will the help take? The roof will not repair itself.
Will a neighbor offer to fix the roof?
Will I be granted a burst of energy that sends me up the ladder?
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Will I learn to let go my worry that is out of proportion to its cause?
Grant me knowledge of your will for me, Lord, and the power to carry it out. Let me accept the form of help that comes to me.
Consider:
Can I recognize when you are helping me do what I cannot do for myself?
Reading:
❖ “Earth’s crammed with heaven, / And every common bush afire with God:” — Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh
❖ “Prayer means that, in some unique way, we believe we’re invited into a relationship with someone who hears us when we speak in silence” — Anne Lamott, Help, Thanks, Wow
❖ “My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.” — Psalm 121:2 (KJV)
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~B.R.
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