Tuesday, August 6, 2019

O! A wasteland grows in my heart. I look out my window see little growing, blinded by my selfish thoughts.

Where is the love I profess? I have built a hard shell and wrap my arms around my knees.

Dear Lord, pry me open. That is no desert. It teems with life. Melt my heart and let me see the world of fellows and friends you have prepared for me.

(Letter #1,669)