Thursday, January 27, 2022

The flood waters rise, yet do I trust that this boat will float on.

The sun beats down, yet do I trust rains will come, the soil will loosen, the wheat will sprout.

Rescued from passing conditions, I will yet thrive. Thank you, Lord, for the bounty on its way to me.

Today, I will row and tend my small vessel.

(Letter #2,574)