Wednesday, July 21, 2021

I was beaten, and you sent rescue.

I cried out in despair, and you sent relief.

I was crushed by lack, and you sent plenty.

Yet in these early hours, I sit terrified of what may come: sorrow, ignominy, judgment.

Lord, let me see the gifts and rescue you have always provided. I already rest beside heaps of wealth.

(Letter #2,384)