Friday, December 24, 2021

I overcame difficulty just to arise from my bed.

I underwent trial after trial as the winter descended and spread.

Dawn brings battle, dusk becomes the time for digging graves.

A blink, and these stories reverse themselves. Today I get to awaken. Winter is a pause for beauty. There are no enemies to fight nor holes to dig.

Quicken my heart, sweet Lord! You sent me here to share compassion with the weary, not to become exhausted myself.

Let these labors become joy, and let the others draw to me. Let them gain strength for their own journeys.

(Letter #2,540)