I rush into fire, into rapids, into cyclone. Is it truly industry, or distraction?
Breathe in, breathe out. Feet still, on ground. Belly rise, fall.
Slow me, Lord.
(Letter #2,910)
Sunday, June 18, 2023
I rush into fire, into rapids, into cyclone. Is it truly industry, or distraction?
Breathe in, breathe out. Feet still, on ground. Belly rise, fall.
Slow me, Lord.
(Letter #2,910)
Daily Letters to God 
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