Thursday, March 26, 2020

Yet in seclusion, fear grips me. Of what does it consist? Worry I may be driven out of idleness, worry that others may judge me.

Lord, let me trust you. While I stand still, you bring me supply and treasure. Let me see it even in these dim conditions.

(Letter #1,902)

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Amidst calamity, how can I see that all is well?

Enter my thoughts, Lord, and change my heart. Grant me gratitude even in the face of these tragedies.

Turn my mind to helping others and spreading your love. In my sorrow, let me be not a miser.

(Letter #1,901)

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Is my life such tragedy that a poet should write of it?

I live, Lord, with restriction. Even on the dullest days, trouble visits. Obligations remain.

My dearest and best friend, I am ordinary. No epic hero nor tragic figure. Let me quietly labor today, following your direction.

Let me carry the message, your message, of peace to all who hear my voice.

(Letter #1,900)

Monday, March 23, 2020

You are abundance, let me be untroubled by the prospect of lack.

You are perfect approval, let me not be worried by ignominy.

You are love, let me not fear loneliness.

Today, let me turn all these gifts to helping others. Let me spread abundance, approval, and love to my fellows.

(Letter #1,899)

Sunday, March 22, 2020

Will you grant me strength to do your will?

What I already have is sufficient to meet what you ask.

Let me rejoice in what is to come, what gifts and healing and supply you are delivering.

In my thoughts, tomorrow shines bright. Let me see how today glows too with warmth.

(Letter #1,898)

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Storms race through my thoughts and shadows grow around me. How can I believe that all will be well?

Lord, I have this day only, indeed just this moment. There is supply enough to reach the next. Dismiss my fears and resentments.

Let me see, even here in this dark corner, where you have hidden gifts for your children.

I am your child.

(Letter #1,897)

Friday, March 20, 2020

O these trials. O this darkness.

Your aid and supply will surely reach me, Lord. I do not know their path.

How will you rescue me? Will it be the words of a friend? A closed door I should not have entered? An unlooked-for gift?

Let me turn to my labors, trusting and expectant. Let me keep open my eyes to see your gifts as they arrive.

Thank you, Lord, that rescue is coming.

(Letter #1,896)