Sunday, December 26, 2021

Your mighty hands lift me. The strong back you made for me, meanwhile, carries my fellows.

When I weaken, and need support, another whom you have sent will grasp my hand and lift me. They, too, are held aloft by you.

Strength to weakness to strength. The world you made is firm under all our feet. Your grace, Lord, it rains down upon the foundation you made.

We exist between. Grace from above, love underfoot.

Let me therefore help my neighbor to stand.

(Letter #2,542)