I walk the meadow. I have compassion for the grass underfoot, the creatures that scurry from my footsteps, the upended lives as I walk through spiderwebs.
I meant no wrong.
Lord, grant me compassion for myself, too.
(Letter #3,793)
Daily Letters to God
I walk the meadow. I have compassion for the grass underfoot, the creatures that scurry from my footsteps, the upended lives as I walk through spiderwebs.
I meant no wrong.
Lord, grant me compassion for myself, too.
(Letter #3,793)