Wednesday, January 26, 2022

Grant me a confident faith, well beyond hope. Let me fear no bad news, for you are with me.

I pin my hopes on what may happen, a flimsy reed. Faith, an oak, will always stand.

Striding through a maelstrom, let faith weigh down my feet, dear Lord.

Around us the wind rushes, carrying voice and storm. Move we not. Thy will be done, no matter the weather.

(Letter #2,573)