Sitting alone, a child among my playthings, none yet stir and I await the dawn.
Yesterday’s play has been discarded in the night. Today will be filled with new pursuits.
I am growing, Lord. What brought joy now feels trivial. Deeper satisfaction awaits.
How ought I give thanks for new growth? Shall I grow yet more? Pass on the good news?
Grant me clear direction, Lord.
(Letter #2,857)
Daily Letters to God 