Saturday, January 29, 2022

My thoughts, cascading one upon the other, an unruly mob. Reorder my inner life, let me form useful ranks, a uniformed army of steady thinking.

One idea, love, spread across a battalion to be wielded upon the day.

I feared your burden, but I learned I was to carry treasure throughout the village. Who does not welcome the deliverer of gifts?

All is well with me, Lord.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,576)