Monday, January 24, 2022

Today, piled upon a heap of yesterdays. Did I learn their lessons? Will I live today with wisdom?

In truth, I am a slow and poor learner. Taught and taught again, must I be. Each day I face dawn with worry, each day I persevere until dusk and yet survive, thrive, even.

You answered the calls of your children only after a night of fruitless fishing. Trying again, after failure, their nets overflowed.

Dawn, I shall try again. Let me meet overflow, Lord.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,571)