Monday, January 23, 2023

I stand in a creek as it trickles by, my limitations apparent. The water flows around me regardless of my efforts to stop or turn it.

Your power, Lord, is sometimes gentle and slow. The day unfolds whether I help it or not.

Watch the minnows dart, who live in the water. They do not fight the stream.

Let me walk in the direction you already have pointed me.

(Letter #2,785)