Tuesday, June 14, 2022

The day is filled with moments yet to come. Which ought I fear? Which look forward to?

I long for ease and peace, yet even an idle day contains episodes I try to avoid.

Is it me, not the moments, that must change? Lord, let me see you taking my hand as the dawn grows and we walk into the day together.

Why fear I? I have power none could match.

Let me try to follow your will today, Lord.

(Letter #2,682)