The river wanders, and has built its own valley. It has left the mountains behind, and seeks the sea.
At times I am the ram walking stony paths, am I thus farther from you? To live in the heights is not for all. Even the ram must drink.
I have wandered, and worn a channel through low lands. Now I walk with purpose.
Thank you, Lord.
(Letter #1,952)
Daily Letters to God 