Thursday, May 21, 2020

I am rowing, yet what little effect my effort has compared to the winds that you blow.

The road is the road, my walking on the left or the right offers only the illusion of choice.

Lord, my true choice is this: to get into agreement with you, or to wage useless battle.

I feel the wind, I see the curve in the road. Let me go their way.

(Letter #1,958)