Saturday, March 21, 2020

Storms race through my thoughts and shadows grow around me. How can I believe that all will be well?

Lord, I have this day only, indeed just this moment. There is supply enough to reach the next. Dismiss my fears and resentments.

Let me see, even here in this dark corner, where you have hidden gifts for your children.

I am your child.

(Letter #1,897)