Thursday, November 7, 2019

Am I a reservoir, that must be filled before quenching the land? Must the world wait for your power to pass through me?

I am the ditch, Lord, through which water flows. You are the mighty river. I do not wait to receive power, I simply need to remove the stones and debris that block it.

Let me not hold back anything. I never lacked, and more will come. I am a canal, a water pipe, a power line. Let power, your current, flow through me.

(Letter #1,762)