Wednesday, January 12, 2022

I thought there would be a battle, but they laid down their arms and embraced me.

I thought my garden would bear fruit, but rains washed away the seedlings. Now there is a bare plot.

Lord, let me rejoice over it all. Am I not able to beat the dropped sword of my enemy into a spade?

There is work to be done and my back is sturdy. Thank you, Lord, that the sun now shines and there are new friends to help.

Your will for me, Lord, let it be done.

(Letter #2,559)