Saturday, November 20, 2021

I have stacked these rocks into a fine wall, and fashioned a handsome gate through which to enter this tidy yard. Look at me preen as I step out my door and survey my fine work.

Does this neat patch of land send me closer to heaven?

Lord, you are sunshine and grace, shining down upon me even on this cold morning. Your warm love forgives me this self-satisfaction in my labor.

I am humbled, Lord, at how you love me even now, with my ordinary shortcomings on display.

Let me forgive the fellows I may meet their ordinariness.

(Letter #2,506)