Monday, September 6, 2021

Even at dawn I am panicked that the day will end with nothing to show. Frantic industry, empty action are the result. Unaware, I sweep the same spot over and over.

While one toiled over chore after chore, another knew only one thing was needful.

Lord, soothe my firing nerves and running mind, that I may find and do the one thing.

(Letter #2,431)