A walk like any other: yesterday, last week. The trees look on with affection, the hillsides smile.
There is a secret world rooting for me. Can I see it?
Let my eyes become open to all the ways you are my greatest friend, Lord.
(Letter #4050)
Daily Letters to God
A walk like any other: yesterday, last week. The trees look on with affection, the hillsides smile.
There is a secret world rooting for me. Can I see it?
Let my eyes become open to all the ways you are my greatest friend, Lord.
(Letter #4050)