Friday, May 12, 2023

Sea spray in my face. Wind whips up. These waves themselves exhilarate.

How is it I do not cower? Even as I am buffeted, peace drips through me.

It is because I know you are with me, Lord.

When I return, and later face my fellows with their judgment and their thrown bricks, let me there know you are with me too.

At sea, on land, let me ever be yours, Lord.

(Letter #2,874)

Thursday, May 11, 2023

An open field; I can wander where I will. Soon enough I may find myself snared in brambles, or fallen into a hidden creek.

A meadow with a pathway; I walk with purpose, yea, even through dark woods the way is clear. I arrive to safety and you are with me.

Lord, let me give thanks for clear direction and today’s limitation.

(Letter #2,873)

Wednesday, May 10, 2023

God, grant me a mind of peace. Circumstances press in, my thoughts dart from problem to problem. Frantic speed will not fix what is broken.

Spread through my awareness like a pool of honey, Lord, sweet and slow. Let me rest, stop, breathe. You prepared this day for me, let me walk through it with appreciation.

Slow pace, great faith, careful gratitude.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,872)

Sunday, May 7, 2023

You are with me, Lord, and as well you came before me to prepare this place. It is made ready for precisely this time, I am made ready too.

The garden has been tended long before I enter. The floors of the ballroom polished. The field sown.

The work of today, it is no mistake not happenstance — you planned this long before. Let me marvel at the perfection unfolding.

(Letter #2,869)

Saturday, May 6, 2023

Do I walk through wilderness, with only occasional meadows? A difficult trail.

The world is an oasis, with light and momentary deserts.

The weary, let me help them see the peace all around already. We can rest at any time.

Lord, let me share your gardens.

(Letter #2,868)

Friday, May 5, 2023

Am I myself or am I your beloved? Servant or son?

I stand before bare ground and you hand me a shovel. Am I to dig a ditch, or unearth treasure?

Lord, let me recognize your gifts when they appear. You make no hard terms — let me not create my own prison when you would have me walk free.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,867)

Thursday, May 4, 2023

What I pine for — is it here already?

The relief I seek — can I already exhale?

The joy, the peace — already in my grasp.

Open my eyes and heart, Lord, that I may see clearly your love for your creature.

(Letter #2,866)

Wednesday, May 3, 2023

If I work at forgiveness, do I not still remember? Let me forget, Lord, let the self in me wither.

Meantime, the sun shines into the garden, and winter is ever distant.

Woe, reprisal, worry — let them all slip away as my limbs warm. New buds there are to tend.

(Letter #2,865)