Monday, October 11, 2021

I have a store of supplies for the way. I have collected them meticulously. This morning begins a new journey, and I select with care what to bring.

Lord, I will walk under nourishing rains and through teeming meadows. Do I need even this sack? What if it were lost, would you deliver Providence to me, the hungry one? Need I even ask?

The sparrows seek food afresh each morning. Open my eyes, Lord, to how little I need carry.

(Letter #2,466)