Wednesday, January 5, 2022

I do not even know what to pine for. Teach me. Let me approach you, empty not just in resources but empty of desire, too.

I am the bewildered one. Quicken a seed within me that grows into a direction. Grow me into the one who longs only for your will.

Let the peace of right desire wash over and through me, Lord.

(Letter #2,552)