Sunday, January 5, 2020

You visit me, the crushed and fearful, and I scarcely notice you here with me. So intent am I on self protection. So fearful am I of the simple chores of the day.

How I long for a lap in which to rest my head – and here you are, seated by my side.

Lord, let me see you clearly. Let me remove my armor and rest.

(Letter #1,821)