Sunday, July 21, 2019

The chores of the day call to me, they beckon me up and away from my quiet rooms, wherein I had found stillness with you.

O! Let me bring this peace with me into all the storms I may walk through today. Rain and wind, they cannot move me when I am rooted in you.

I will sing songs of gratitude, Lord, even as the road becomes stony and steep.

None of these troubles can touch me where you have touched me. Dwelling with you, sweet Lord, grant me ease.

(Letter #1,653)