Monday, December 20, 2021

I was broken into pieces, each one an example of defect. Pride, sloth, envy.

You drew me along this path and now with you I sit, watching the sun rise over a happy land. I am at home, Lord.

Such compassion have I for the broken one who resented even those first steps. They knew not where they would be led.

Today we walk. Where will we go? Which of today’s defects will I lose? For what new grace will I then be grateful?

(Letter #2,536)