Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Ill-equipped, unsure of myself, I quake at the dawn. What should I do? What will befall? I fear calamity.

There is another story to be told. Each dawn brings new chances and new vision. Lord, let this be in my heart. What new joy will come?

Lift my heart, Lord. Too long have my days been grey.

(Letter #2,716)