Friday, October 7, 2022

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)