Tuesday, September 27, 2022

My stamina flags, my strength withers. So tired am I, in the face of these duties. How can I face them?

Lord, you are the wind at my back, the sun on my upturned face, the cool water when I thirst. Let this momentary weakness and fatigue become your opportunity to buoy me and pull me forward into the world.

At my weakest, you are strongest. In depletion, you are providence. When I despair, you deliver unexpected joy.

Lord, my sweet friend, be with me today and carry me.

(Letter #2,847)