Monday, December 13, 2021

I fear them, they face me. It is a morning of battle.

Let me, Lord, be willing to walk out onto the field, and ask what they need. Let me cross to them and give aid where they ache, nourish the hungry ones.

My forces murmur and shuffle behind me as they watch. Soften their hearts, Lord, that they may join me in washing the feet of my enemy.

Let me live beyond battle, Lord.

(Letter #2,529)