Saturday, October 27, 2018

Dear God, each day is filled with new pastures, if I see it rightly. Even the most routine and typical set of activities can be novel. Lord, let me see the daily miracles you perform.

Even in the same rutted pathways, there is newness. The skies are varied; there falls new rain; there sprouts a fresh flower. I need but see.

Lord, let me see today.

(Letter #1386)