Sunday, May 9, 2021

I know this path leads to the pond. I know this wall will hold. I know these seeds once planted will grow.

Where is my reliance, Lord? I act with such confidence. It rained yesterday, must it therefore again today? Yet still I am preoccupied with finding shelter.

A child blinks in awe at their first rainbow.

Lord, let me unknow what I knew. Grant me awe.

(Letter #2,311)