Friday, May 15, 2020

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)