Tuesday, December 13, 2022

I stand before a well, with no bucket nor rope.

Family awaits its evening meal, with nothing in the cupboard to offer.

I tremble with lack.

Yesterday, and the days before, you brought me safely to this place. Grant me faith and willingness to keep walking with you.

First let me sit with you, Lord, while you tell me how I will be saved.

(Letter #2,744)