Thursday, August 13, 2020

If my home be tidy, if my habits be orderly, if my prayers be constant, am I now to rest on my haunches? These idle moments, Lord, are they stolen?

I curl up in the back corner of my den, to let the day run its course. No obligations find me here.

You see me and beckon. Let me meet the day, Lord, willing and upright.

(Letter #2,042)