Thursday, September 2, 2021

Hiding, behind my closet door, weakened and afraid of the day.

Chores await, yet I fear even the simple stacking of wood.

It is when I am smallest, Lord, that you are most immense. Even a drop of courage dripped upon me warms my limbs and quickens my heart.

Grant me sufficiency, Lord. I have never been more ready.

(Letter #2,427)