Tuesday, March 9, 2021

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)