Your power starts in my feet and travels up through my limbs. My back is strong, my gaze clear. I am alert. My being is alive and present.
Lord, such a gift you grant me.
Yet I wish for more, grasping for trinkets and debris. Like a child, I long for piles of toys, which soon enough I will forget.
Let me walk through these lands, empty-handed and smiling.
(Letter #1,869)
Daily Letters to God 