Saturday, December 19, 2020

I put my few possessions into a sack, and set out for the next village. Leaving one dull life, thoughts of tomorrow, and all I will find that is new, overtake me. I can scarcely contain myself. I am trading new dreams for old.

New village, new fellows, new home, new chores, new worries. Here I am, planted in tomorrow, and it feels like today.

O bitter woe! I have miscalculated, and brought myself along on my journey.

Lord, you shine down on yesterday’s home just as much as today’s and tomorrow’s. I was thriving, I am thriving now. Let me flourish here, even growing through the frost.

(Letter #2,170)