Saturday, October 24, 2020

No pioneer nor leader, I am one of many quiet workers. Yet in this pile of wood there lies a world to explore. Along the well-worn path to my garden, wonders.

Even my body contains revelations if I approach with care and curiosity. How best can I place this foot? Which angle makes my back strongest?

Lord, I numb myself with distraction. Let me awaken to the world and discover mystery.

Your treasures await.

(Letter #2,114)

Friday, October 23, 2020

Magic is loose in the world! A current flows from fellow to fellow, from neighbor to neighbor. Walking singly through a crowd, may others be uplifted simply through being near to me. Let each then encourage another.

There is a hole in my pack and my supplies are constantly drained. Still as I walk, let me trust that, as if by magic, you will restock me.

Plodding through the crowd, worried over lack, may I be uplifted by others, sharing their own magic simply through nearness.

Lord, be near to us.

(Letter #2,113)

Thursday, October 22, 2020

When the mist clears, and the landscape is seen, how shall I react to what I see?

Will I wish for a more orderly and bountiful garden, for finer outbuildings? Will I see the crowds gathering and so feel menaced?

Lord, the clarity itself is your gift. I can see the path, its borders, the obstacles, the treasures.

Let me be useful to you and to my fellows, dear friend, with this new sight.

(Letter #2,112)

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

I scarcely inhabit myself.

Let me feel the ground underneath my feet. Let me feel the sofa cushion pressing against my legs. Let me feel the air on my skin.

I am not my body, but I am in it. Let me dwell where my body rests, Lord. Here is where you come to me.

(Letter #2,111)

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

My weakness brings your power. My blindness ushers forth insight.

The road through this day is harder than ever I could bear. It is an opportunity to rely upon you ever more.

All calamity opens the door to dependence. Lord, let me abandon myself to you.

(Letter #2,110)

Monday, October 19, 2020

You require no confession. I have no secrets from you. Even my innermost heart is an open book to you.

You shower me with all I need, with riches, nonetheless.

Lord, let me attend not to my prayers but to my listening and seeing. Let me recognize how you are already answering yet-unmade prayers.

(Letter #2,109)

Sunday, October 18, 2020

I am the sheep, herded towards pasture. I am the ox, willing to dig furrows. I am the deer, ears pricked for danger.

Lord, let me be useful to you today. Let me be no wolf nor lion, sowing fear and chaos among gentle neighbors.

I am the newborn, helpless and pink.

Make me balm on the land, dear Lord.

(Letter #2,108)

Friday, October 16, 2020

Pacing, a lion in a cage, I am my own jailer. I hoard wealth and dare not spend a cent.

I pace myself, while the world’s needs sprint by.

Lord, let me be useful today, reserving nothing. Tomorrow will be met with its own supply.

(Letter #2,106)

Thursday, October 15, 2020

I am on no straight walkway. The trail curves and loops through the wood.

All the paths are yours. The choices I make at each fork are illusion, for in either case I am still along your way. I have no need to panic if I miss a turning. Slow my breath, Lord.

Protected and led, I am a child in the park, always safe.

Let me feel your hand in mine.

(Letter #2,105)