Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Dear God, I come to you, draw near to you, seek you. Some days with single purpose, some days grudgingly, some days distracted. There you always are, and if I but make the effort, you draw near to me in return.

Even in my least worshipful states, full of self and bile, yet you love me enough to be a balm. If only I seek.

Let me draw near to you today, dear Lord.

(Letter #1403)