Sunday, October 3, 2021

The lion may go hungry, the king’s treasury may deplete.

And yet, as I emerge from my dwelling place, standing before all that is, I see plenty. Power flows through this land for your children, my sisters and brothers.

All that this day demands, will be given by the day. O what peaceful skies to walk under! O what providence and grace!

Let me glide smoothly, untroubled, through your lands.

(Letter #2,458)