Tuesday, December 7, 2021

On the day’s march, I worry so. What will I eat? Where will I go? When Providence arrives, or the way opens, I sigh in relief and thank faith.

Yet these gifts, treasures in the moment, are meager. I awaken each day already apprehended by grace – you are nigh with me before need, during need, after need.

I am in but not of this world, Lord. You are overflow, let me see it.

(Letter #2,523)