Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Frightened at what the day may bring, I view myself impoverished and weak. The truth is that this day dawns like the one before it. I have, here around me, all I need for the march. And yet I fret so.

My doubt is rebellion. Let instead my faith grow. Let me see the safety I already have. Let assurance grow in me.

Let my fear disperse like mist.

Like sunshine, Lord, speak faith over me.

(Letter #1,873)

Monday, February 24, 2020

A crowd mills outside my door. They murmur and call me to act. Will I greet them with kindness? Will I empty my shelves to feed them?

O Lord, I cower and see them as assailants. Open my eyes, that I might see friends and not enemies, fellows and not thieves.

Let me give and give and give again.

(Letter #1,871)

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)