Sunday, February 23, 2020

Let me be a demonstration for my fellows. Of your providence, of your path, of your love.

As I perform these tasks and dispatch these chores, let me display cheerfulness. As I set my home in order let me display diligence. As I lay myself open to the criticism of my foes, let me display love.

Lord, let me reflect the joy of your way of life.

(Letter #1,870)

Saturday, February 22, 2020

Your power starts in my feet and travels up through my limbs. My back is strong, my gaze clear. I am alert. My being is alive and present.

Lord, such a gift you grant me.

Yet I wish for more, grasping for trinkets and debris. Like a child, I long for piles of toys, which soon enough I will forget.

Let me walk through these lands, empty-handed and smiling.

(Letter #1,869)

Thursday, February 20, 2020

You are power. Yet I see you so narrowly. I ask for help and strength to do what I already wish to do. In this way, I place myself at the helm.

Lord, let me give myself over to you. Let me align my will with yours.

Who am I to call on you for strength to lift a burden you have prepared for another?

Thy will, not mine, be done.

(Letter #1,867)

Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Do I alone carry this weight? Will you send fellows to help? Will you intercede? How sturdy is my back?

O Lord, in the dark morning, frightful thoughts course through me. Soon enough my heart will quicken and I will walk. Let me see past these moments of fear, into the bright sunlit activity that awaits.

Indeed, it is the action itself I fear. From my cushion, I wish for idle times. Thereby would I wallow in self-pity.

Arise! Let me walk to meet you.

(Letter #1,866)

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

I need not beg for your aid. I am rescued over and over in so many ways.

The parent places food on the table each evening without first needing to hear cries of hunger; the worker need not implore the owner for their wages.

Let me, Lord, expect what you promise: that we, your children, will find peace in you.

I fear the day and search for deliverance. Grant me confidence in your love for me.

(Letter #1,865)