Sunday, June 4, 2023

A narrowing road, winding along the cliff face. Yesterday’s ease, a broad and flat path, is barely a memory. Today contains turnings, seeming danger even.

Am I not held aloft by your hand? The drop is fearfully long but I am protected.

You bid me walk with greater and greater care, Lord. Did I choose this? Did you?

Let me be equal to today’s task, Lord.

(Letter #2,896)

Saturday, June 3, 2023

My heart swells as I approach the river. The smell of water quickens my steps.

Are the banks that different from the meadows I walked through anon? Simply being near the current, is it enough?

Wherefrom this anticipation?

I am witness to power, even where there is no drama.

Lord, let me give thanks for even the slow moving creek.

(Letter #2,895)

Friday, June 2, 2023

I glimpse a corner of you at dawn, and the selfish pieces of me shrivel and wilt.

Remake me, Lord. The loss of what I was before may bring pain, but the sun warms my limbs. I am eager.

Let me walk your way.

(Letter #2,894)

Thursday, June 1, 2023

A spark in me, a spark in my neighbor, a spark in my opponent.

You reside in all. How can I bear such good news? It burns away the worry over inconsequential trouble.

Let me tend the sparks in me, in others. Let the warming flames mingle.

(Letter #2893)

Wednesday, May 31, 2023

Peace is what you offer. Not the calm of placid surroundings, nor the lack of conflict — but the quiet of mind. This is a mountain to climb.

Am I ready for it?

Grant me willingness to be at peace, Lord.

(Letter #2,892)

Tuesday, May 30, 2023

Lord, you lead me out into a large place, a flat field under bright light. I have anticipated this day with fear.

The crowds I thought would jeer me, where are they? My fellows look on with encouragement. They beckon.

It was never to be a trial, but a homecoming and celebration. I am the prodigal, forgiven and fed.

Lord, let this morning worry burn away like mist.

So long I wandered. I am home.

(Letter #2,891)

Monday, May 29, 2023

I face today’s battle, a warrior at dawn. What do I carry?

Yesterday has burnt to ashes, tomorrow not yet formed. Let them remain as they are.

All I need, then, today, is sword and shield.

(Letter #2,890)

Sunday, May 28, 2023

In the quiet, it is so easy to seek you. Nothing presses and the day is yet cool.

When woe befalls, do I seek you then? At noon when judgment is hot?

Grant me cool and clear presence, Lord, that I may turn to you even in the midst of forgetting myself.

(Letter #2,889)

Saturday, May 27, 2023

I go from spot to spot. Am I seeking you, or are you driving me toward society?

The seed pushes down roots as it also pushes up a flower into the air. When I see the flower, do I also love what is unseen?

Days alone, in solitude. Invisible work, seen only by you, Lord. Let my life flower due to strong roots.

(Letter #2,888)