What is your will for me? To withstand onslaught? To surrender and feel peace?
I struggle against the current, afraid I will be swept through rocks and over falls. My thrashing is futile; the water ever flows. I could more easily push a rope, than avoid the current.
The pool below the falls is deep and the river beyond is wide. I will reach this place, struggle or no.
Let me surrender to peace, Lord.
(Letter #2,250)
