Friday, March 15, 2019

Dear God, I am seeking you. Let me not turn down blind alleys and look where I know you not to be. If I am to seek, let me do so where you may be found

O! How often do I fool myself through misdirected effort. I plow the fields in fallow land. I seek counsel from fools. I pile high tiny scraps of foil thinking it treasure.

Lord, let me do what is simple today. Show me where I am wasting my days.

(Letter #1,525)