Saturday, January 11, 2020

The worker must labor. The student must study. The disciple must accept discipline.

The lover must love — and accept love.

Lord, let me be fully who I am before you. The worker, the lover. Let my devotion be action.

The pathway leads away from my doorstep. You beckon me — let me rise and begin the march without grumbling.

There is a meadow, and a cool stream down the way. Simple treasures. The only way there is on foot.

Let me walk, Lord.

(Letter #1,827)