Saturday, September 7, 2019

O! You are Providence.

You are a font of supply, meeting all my needs and satisfying desires I did not know I had. Wherefore, then, comes this worry?

Providence approaches, from the other side of the mountain, unseen. I need not see it; let me trust in its journey to me.

Let me give better thanks, Lord, that fruits of your love speed their way to me.

(Letter #1,701)