Thursday, February 14, 2019

Dear God, my tiny dwelling has a dirt floor. Packed hard, worn down by years of feet, daily I sweep it. Just outside, I tend to the pathway that leads to my home. Clean, tidy, inviting.

Lord, I may directly affect only a very few. Let me make a small and friendly space of love for them. Let those who come away feel refreshed as from an oasis so that they, too, may turn their attention to bringing friendship to still others.

(Letter #1486)