Thursday, February 17, 2022

This quiet time, in which I seek to be with you, is it necessary? Could I not find you in howling winds, in the wreckage and aftermath of a hurricane, yea, even in war?

Yet I sit, seeking you, in quiet solitude.

Lord, let me see this time as the gift it is, easing my way to you.

I am still, Lord.

(Letter #2,595)