Morning dew. Mist. Quiet. Meet me here, Lord.
Some days I give you my troubles, others I receive power, on still others you grant relief. It is a new treasure every day.
Today’s gift, Lord, let me desire it.
(Letter #1,941)
Morning dew. Mist. Quiet. Meet me here, Lord.
Some days I give you my troubles, others I receive power, on still others you grant relief. It is a new treasure every day.
Today’s gift, Lord, let me desire it.
(Letter #1,941)
