Thursday, July 28, 2022

You would heal me, yet I resist. Sunlight would disinfect, wind would sweep clean, crashing waves would clear away the trash on deck. And still yet I hide in shadows, seek shelter from the wind, go belowdecks in storm.

Lord, make me willing to face my environment, that you may do your work in upon me.

You would heal me, let me welcome healing.

(Letter #2,696)