Sunday, August 30, 2020

The water of the ocean rises to the clouds, falls and becomes streams and rivers, and returns to the sea.

The child grows, creates a family, and bears offspring.

All is circulation. I awaken and wonder what will befall me. I see battles looming. Instead, let me be a member of your economy. Let me give and receive, take and pass on.

Let me be a step along the way of your design, Lord.

(Letter #2,059)