Thursday, April 18, 2019

Dear God, am I stretching out under warm sunshine, or cowering under harsh glare? It is all the same sun and you leave the choice to me. What freedom!

If you are love, dear Lord, then love also is you. As I spread love, according to your will, I also spread your dominion.

The sun shines regardless. Let me share with others how warming the light can be.

(Letter #1,559)