Friday, December 20, 2019

How, Lord, shall I make my life into a song of your grace?

You met me where I was, brought me along your pathways, found me this resting place with shelter and vistas. You have sent fellows my way to cheer me and be cheered.

Are they themselves your lessons?

The song is beauty in itself; it has no result nor outcome. Let me sing you.

(Letter #1,805)