Monday, August 17, 2020

The sunshine warms my limbs. I hope for healing and improvement. It comes and goes as clouds pass. Do I have faith?

Lord, I call to you unsure of rescue. These doubts are termites that chew at my foundation. My legs are soft and spongy. I can scarcely walk for the trembling.

O increase my faith, make me sure of providence. My fears of lack and ignominy are no longer endearing.

Let me breathe you in with the sunshine, Lord.

(Letter #2,046)