Wednesday, October 6, 2021

I walk a knife’s edge. You have made my feet like those of the deer, yet fear grips me easily. So far down is the valley on either side.

And then I turn and see the line of fellows behind. Brothers and sisters watching to see which footfalls to take. There is, then, no turning back nor room to pass.

Is your will that I fear, Lord? That I feel resignation? That I walk on, nonetheless?

The wind blows up from the valley, let it quicken me, Lord.

(Letter #2,461)

Tuesday, October 5, 2021

Do I swing from limb to limb, using the arms you made strong for me, or do I rest, supported and safe?

If I let go will I drop?

A toddler held aloft, I play at climbing. Grant me strength, Lord, even as you save me.

(Letter #2,460)

Monday, October 4, 2021

There are worlds within the simplest objects. There are worlds within you.

Do you sit beside me, Friend? Do you undergird my life, Supporter? Do you guide my development, Teacher?

Intent am I on my own wants and needs, but let me drag my gaze onto you and look closely at what you reveal.

You bend the world to lead me to perfect joy, O Parent.

Let me dwell in worlds within worlds.

(Letter #2,459)

Sunday, October 3, 2021

The lion may go hungry, the king’s treasury may deplete.

And yet, as I emerge from my dwelling place, standing before all that is, I see plenty. Power flows through this land for your children, my sisters and brothers.

All that this day demands, will be given by the day. O what peaceful skies to walk under! O what providence and grace!

Let me glide smoothly, untroubled, through your lands.

(Letter #2,458)

Saturday, October 2, 2021

The treasure I collect is tin, what I fear holds no power, what I desire is false, I worship hollow idols.

Plant my feet here on the ground and let me be yielded to you, dear friend. O tragedy, my eyes are so clouded.

Mulish, I only stir when it suits me. Like a vole, I distract myself over and over, never going in a line.

Enter my will, Lord, and soothe my fevered thinking. Let me become a simple walker along the wide path you have laid.

Uncloud my view, Lord.

(Letter #2,457)

Friday, October 1, 2021

This tangled wood, are these my wilderness days? I lurch from tree to tree, dizzy and blind, out of balance.

A clear path is just steps away, lit and smooth. Why do I not walk it?

You have made the way broad for me, Lord, yet I stumble along a single winding track. Such pride I take in the privation it brings!

I have no need to be in this bramble.

Make me willing to step upon this easy roadway, and let your will wash through me, be done through me, Lord.

(Letter #2,456)

Thursday, September 30, 2021

Let me see the truth of things.

No matter the circumstance, my task remains: give love, be love. Spread the news that all will be well.

I am a mist, here for a moment. Why dwell in yesterday and tomorrow, when all there is woe and I lack agency?

Let me live and act today. This moment is truth.

(Letter #2,455)

Tuesday, September 28, 2021

If I hide here, behind this tree, will I be seen? Can I thus avoid my duties?

I am a bug on a plate, visible to all.

The light shining down is no searchlight, nor stage light. It is glorious sun, warming and quickening all it touches.

You, architect of my life, have created this day to be one full of wonder and amazement.

Let me walk in fascination, as I do your will today.

(Letter #2,453)