Thursday, November 14, 2019

My thoughts follow such crooked paths – this way, then that. Back again. Distracted over and over by my own thoughts.

Lord, let fall away what is not needed. Let my pathways straighten and become simple. Let me go where you point me without diversion.

(Letter #1,769)

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Overflow and abundance, relief and rescue. You freely offer all I need or could want.

And yet I cling to self-sufficiency and eke out a meager portion of joy. What sorrow, with so much available to me.

Break my pride, make me willing to ask.

(Letter #1,768)

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Let me ask for help honestly. Behind my petitions, too often, lurks my conviction that I may yet overcome – that through my own strength I may succeed. If I am so sure of my own power, why then might I pray?

Lord, you hear and answer my call when I am weakest. When I cry for help in anguish, you present yourself as a friend in my doorway.

Let me invite you in.

(Letter #1,767)

Monday, November 11, 2019

You make me equal to this day. Whether I am to walk gently, or lift great objects, or perform feats of charity: you have made me already enough.

This fear – of boredom, of effort, of being judged – is just a shadow. Let me touch the substance of the world. Power flows through me, just enough.

Oh, thank you, Lord.

(Letter #1,766)

Sunday, November 10, 2019

Your power flows like a current through my limbs, my belly, my hands. I vibrate with light and love, on fire.

Lord! I walk is a giant among tiny playthings, these objects that used to trouble me so.

My fellows, I have found the switch. We all may turn on the lights ourselves.

(Letter #1,765)