Sunday, December 11, 2022

Assured by faith of great gifts to come tomorrow, I thereby squander the grace you have already granted. The day will expire at dusk.

The sun rises — it is today’s gift.

The tide is in — the boats high.

The winds blow — we sail now.

You smile upon me, repeatedly, until I accept this treasure. So many days I have waited, unseeing of what is already here.

Enough. Let me set sail today, Lord.

(Letter #2,742)