Monday, August 23, 2021

Look, there are the ones I love. They tend their gardens and their families. Let not plague and pestilence fall upon them. Let them thrive, Lord.

Here I labor. Cleaning my own rooms does nothing for theirs. Yet when they visit in need, they may find a clean bed.

Lord, let me tend my garden, for it is devotion itself to do so.

(Letter #2,417)