Friday, December 16, 2022

Storm, then calm.

Night, then dawn.

Struggle, then hope.

Is this the way, Lord? Do your gifts come only after denial? Are you not already supporting me, holding me in the palm of your hand, when I feel forsaken?

Treasure already at my feet, let me not march past but stop to see it. Even as I labor you smile upon me.

(Letter #2,747)