Wednesday, December 28, 2022

Wracked by woe, then elated, joyful. How could I predict the day when my mood is so changeable?

Even in despair, Lord, you stand with me if only I will look. Dawn comes, sun warms, shivering limbs calm. Enemies poise, and you are as a shield wall.

Let me see what miracles I already have, Lord.

(Letter #2,759)