Letter 4485
It was always you, Lord.
When I was alone, you grew a community.
When I was a libertine, you protected me from myself.
When I had nothing, you made sure there was enough for the day.
When I had pain, you gave me a friend to halve it.
When I had joy, you brought me a companion with whom to double it.
Always you, Lord, behind it all.
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Now, on the mountain, you are underfoot and overhead.
Let me breathe you in. What will you deliver next?
Consider:
Can I anticipate great things today?
Reading:
❖ “And I have felt / A presence that disturbs me with the joy / Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime / Of something far more deeply interfused.” — William Wordsworth, “Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey”
❖ “The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement… that is a friend who cares.” — Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude
❖ “The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” — Deuteronomy 33:27 (KJV)
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~B.R.