Wednesday, June 22, 2022

I clear paths for others to walk. Let me not seek thanks nor credit.

I build benches to sit and rest, let me forgo adding a plaque.

You move my hands, Lord, let me not seek to embellish the work.

(Letter #2,690)

Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Can I see as you see? See others, my circumstances, myself?

The days and moments tick by, time passing cures woe. The rushing river polishes rocks and makes even the rapids smooth.

I am beset by worry, Lord, yet let me wait and help my fellows – for the sun will rise, shine, and heal the land.

Let me pass the news.

(Letter #2,689)

Sunday, June 19, 2022

Let cease my worry, my judgment, my battles, my resistance, my guardedness, my self-pity.

The world is yours, it is new, it shines. Let me be no miser of treasure, resentful of all who lay claims.

Can I smile and sing as the wind blows? Of course I can. Here is the new day.

Let wither the old me, Lord, that I may be more yours.

(Letter #2,687)

Saturday, June 18, 2022

I whirl throughout the day, rebounding from wall to wall. Slow me, still me, Lord, that I may hear you.

You are speaking to me, am I listening? Let me listen for you.

Let me learn stillness, Lord.

(Letter #2,686)

Wednesday, June 15, 2022

Fear, as I face the day.

Was I led here? Then surely you will guide me through my terror.

Am I here out of self-will? Then surely you will rescue me from myself.

Let me feel you with me, Lord. Let me feel your guiding hand on the small of my back.

(Letter #2,683)

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

The day is filled with moments yet to come. Which ought I fear? Which look forward to?

I long for ease and peace, yet even an idle day contains episodes I try to avoid.

Is it me, not the moments, that must change? Lord, let me see you taking my hand as the dawn grows and we walk into the day together.

Why fear I? I have power none could match.

Let me try to follow your will today, Lord.

(Letter #2,682)

Monday, June 13, 2022

Two selves, a higher and a lower. The one who seeks your will, the one who seeks their own.

Reclothe me, Lord, in your garments. Let the me who pursues my own will wither.

Let me seek and do your will today.

(Letter #2,681)