Friday, June 5, 2020

I slept outside, yet you kept the rains off me. The locusts skipped my field. The land has given all I need for today and tomorrow.

What am I to do with this safety and supply, Lord? Who needs what I have?

The neighbor’s fields are dead. Floods have washed away the village.

What is to be done is obvious. Lord, grant me willingness to give away with you have given me.

(Letter #1,973)