Sunday, July 12, 2020

I peer out from behind the door. What gathering forces will assail me? What storm will destroy the barn?

Everywhere I look, I see catastrophe. Let me see with brighter eyes. The rain is past, the crowds are here to celebrate. Why do I not see the joy around me, within even my home?

Let me accept help today, Lord. Open my eyes.

(Letter #2,010)