Sunday, December 15, 2019

Waking, I come upon an old hut. Walls crumbling, roof blown away. Those who lived here are long gone.

Lord, you shine upon those absent ones. The same sun shines on me now.

A deer walks across the meadow.

Let these old walls quicken me, Lord. You have loved me since long before I even walked this land.

(Letter #1,800)