Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Tossed in the breeze like a dead leaf, let me begin to feel my own weight. My feet stand on ground, it is only my thoughts that are so foamy and erratic.

Lord, you tether me in this spot and from here I might begin to learn what it means to live devotion. A small plot of land, made beautiful and welcoming to visitors, who come and go while I remain.

Let me love these boundaries and limitations, dear Lord. They teach me infinite wonder from within simple places.

(Letter #1,803)