Thursday, January 5, 2023

A storehouse of grain; yet it is winter and we need bread. Neighbors cry out in anguish.

Beneath the ice, the river is flowing and life teems in the lake. Even on darkest days, life flows. Providence, always there.

Even in hard times let me give away this treasure. Peace. Acceptance. You love the world and its people you made, so let me love your love.

One day I will be the one crying out. Let me be your instrument of deliverance that others may be mine.

(Letter #2,767)