Friday, October 23, 2020

Magic is loose in the world! A current flows from fellow to fellow, from neighbor to neighbor. Walking singly through a crowd, may others be uplifted simply through being near to me. Let each then encourage another.

There is a hole in my pack and my supplies are constantly drained. Still as I walk, let me trust that, as if by magic, you will restock me.

Plodding through the crowd, worried over lack, may I be uplifted by others, sharing their own magic simply through nearness.

Lord, be near to us.

(Letter #2,113)