Friday, August 6, 2021

I will live through each moment of the day. Will I spend them with you, or in mulish apartness?

You walk with me, walk with me, yet so many times I deny your nearness — and bewail then my isolation.

Even in retreat from the world, I am in it. Awaken me, Lord, to my surroundings.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,400)