Friday, September 10, 2021

In my rooms, alone, I seek you and strive to become near to you.

Yet the sun rises, I go out into the village, seek praise and comfort.

Who, Lord, will pay my wages? Will it be you or the world? I am split, one foot on each side of a line.

Let me serve you wholeheartedly, Lord. Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,435)