Wednesday, February 12, 2020

I wandered from you, fearful of shadows. Now I have returned, Lord, even though my cupboard shelves are empty. You send me out into the world nonetheless, and bid me trust that I will meet with supply as it is needed.

Let me cross the threshold of this day with praise in my heart. You will carry me, and tomorrow will take care of itself.

You are a small fire in my heart, Lord. Let me tend to you today.

(Letter #1,859)