Monday, July 26, 2021

Rescue after rescue. You have always saved me, pulled me out of the holes of my own making.

Why do I imagine you only visit when I am in need? Were you not with me when I set the mistakes in motion? Are you not with me here, now?

The runner does not fear the track, nor the crowds.

Grant me awareness of you, Lord, in my hands, my feet, my heart. You are already rescuing me and I have but to run a gentle race.

(Letter #2,389)

Sunday, July 25, 2021

You send me out to do a task. If I am to build a wall, why should I fear the bricks? If you dig a trench, why fear the shovel?

And yet I cower in my rooms, delaying my entrance into the world.

Lord, let me see things clearly. A simple laborer, let me not fear my own shadow.

(Letter #2,388)

Saturday, July 24, 2021

When I cry out in woe, I am already in your presence. I could whisper and you would hear equally. The rescue I seek, you do not need to rush from afar to give it.

If I am always in your presence, do I need deliverance? Do I not already have my protector and friend at hand?

Let me live awake to your presence today, Lord, protected in all things.

(Letter #2,387)

Friday, July 23, 2021

Deep in me, is there a calm or a churning worry? It is one then the other, all the day long.

Walk into my heart, Lord. Throw open the shutters and let the sunlight chase the shadows.

I cannot shut the door on the enemy, he is already inside. Only you can rescue me, let in the light.

(Letter #2,386)

Thursday, July 22, 2021

Worries gnaw at me. Each so small, together they form a looming shadow.

Time unspools them; I will encounter them one by one along the road of this day. Each so small, easily dispatched.

Lord, you give me just what I need. Power, sometimes. Today, time.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,385)

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

I was beaten, and you sent rescue.

I cried out in despair, and you sent relief.

I was crushed by lack, and you sent plenty.

Yet in these early hours, I sit terrified of what may come: sorrow, ignominy, judgment.

Lord, let me see the gifts and rescue you have always provided. I already rest beside heaps of wealth.

(Letter #2,384)

Monday, July 19, 2021

If I am your child, protected, why then feel I fear?

If I have learned forgiveness, why feel I resentful?

If I have repented well and truly, why feel I remorse?

Do I yet live under the pain of these things, Lord, that I may grow in my compassion for others?

Let me not mind today’s difficult spots, they are mere demonstrations.

My brothers and sisters, let me show them the relief you have given me, that they may, too, feel it.

(Letter #2,382)

Sunday, July 18, 2021

Will I squander this day on selfish pursuits?

Lord, let me be a dynamo, doing your will at every moment. Let me help my brothers and sisters.

If you bid me rest, let me do it for the love of you.

(Letter #2,381)