Monday, January 30, 2023

From the banks, I look at the flowing river and marvel at its might. Dry, the current does not touch me.

Wading by the shore, I easily walk. There is only a weak tug at my ankles.

Let me move to the center of the river and there receive the full power of the current. I can scarce stand as I am pulled along. Here, my oar strokes are multiplied. My boat hurtles forward.

Let me do your will today, Lord, and feel you at my back.

(Letter #2,792)