Sunday, April 9, 2023

Letters

Thank you, Lord, for this body, weak and tired as it is.

Thank you, Lord, for the fallow field where crops grow only with great difficulty.

Thank you, Lord, for these storms with their destructive winds.

Thank you for all these phantoms, trials appearing real yet dissipating after a moment. I am stronger than I think, my garden grows, and the skies are calm.

Thank you for the discipline of gratitude.

(Letter #2,841)

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