Thursday, February 3, 2022

It is you who see me most clearly, Lord. In a room of sleeping ones, you watch over us. You know our ways, each one’s sound as they breathe.

Now, under the sun, I walk with purpose. Do you not know me equally now, and love me the same as when you guarded my sleeping self?

O gratitude!

The wilderness, Lord, you keep it at bay even as I think myself the sentinel.

Let me hear your direction today.

(Letter #2,581)