Monday, August 30, 2021

My woes are heartaches over the ones for whom I care. How can I give, to improve their lives?

Lord, I am powerless. Grant me willingness to loosen my grip on the world.

The gardener cannot force growth, he instead takes away obvious blocks. You, Lord, create thriving life.

Let me stand aside and allow the ones I love to grow.

(Letter #2,424)