Saturday, March 7, 2020

Why do I approach each moment with such fear, as if a hammer will fall?

I am your child, Lord. What parent does not take joy in delighting their little one? Yet I fret, worry, mope.

Today I shall walk these lands, looking out for delight. A lovely cloud, a moment of comfort, a smile, a treasure.

Let my heart not be dismal. Let me laugh! It is in my power.

(Letter #1,883)