Tuesday, December 22, 2020

They came for me in the night. I thought them robbers, sent to harm. They brought rescue.

I do not know what is good for me. I protect what I should trade away, I squander what I will need.

Lord, I am in the belly of a machine. Let me gladly be one gear in a series. Build with me, and let the world function.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,173)