Sunday, January 16, 2022

Nothing is too small for your notice. You see me, even in my meagerness.

I am no beast nor mule, but your child. Yet I spend away the hours in play, sand castles that will wash away, gone even for the crabs.

If I am to make small things, Lord, let me do so with care and attention. Wooden boxes, find enough to carry the jewelry of royalty.

Grant me clear sight and steady hands, Lord.

(Letter #2,563)