I look down the valley, at gathering clouds, and wonder: Will this storm reach the village? Must we close the shutters?
The winds may shift, the skies may disperse, the rains may be gentle, there may be other matters to which to attend.
Who can know what the next day brings, let alone the next season?
Let me live close to you, Lord. Grant me grace to know the way to walk, today, that I may be in best position to do your will tomorrow.
(Letter #4048)
Daily Letters to God 