Sunday, March 19, 2023

I would walk upright, but something stops me from standing tall.

I would go slowly, but something makes me frantic.

I would spread love, but something makes me doubt there is enough to share.

Walk upright, go slowly, spread love — simple things you call me to do, Lord, and all that is stopping me is fear.

Thy will be done, Lord, and let my worry dissolve like mist.

(Letter 2,820)