Saturday, December 18, 2021

Abundance born of rain and heat.

Joy from weeping nights.

Ease after bone-wearying labor.

This corner of sanctuary was always here waiting for me. You pointed along the path, yet it appeared too dull; I set out into the wilderness.

The others at rest here, did they come through the same gauntlet? What might I share, Lord, of my own experience?

Abundance, joy, ease. It was here all along.

(Letter #2,534)