Monday, December 27, 2021

You brought me, taken by the hand, through thick undergrowth and twisting tracks. The trees were close and the way was faint.

And then we emerge, you pulling me, into a bright meadow with a stream running through it. You knew this was here; I doubted and fussed.

In this meadow my needs are met. There is no need of grasping nor straining. What is left for me to do, Lord?

You have gone to draw in others. Let me prepare dwelling places for new arrivals.

(Letter #2,543)