Thursday, March 18, 2021

I pray only to make it through this day, like a pack animal without sense of direction. There are only today’s labors.

Is this what you created me for, Lord? Am I not fearfully and wonderfully made?

Let today’s string of moments build upon yesterday’s, and serve as foundation for tomorrow’s. Let my aims be as large as your creation, beyond mere survival and ease.

I live in a forest. Let me help grow it.

(Letter #2,259)