Letter 4560
Who am I, to imagine a fresh world and new mountains?
Who am I, to think healing could come to pass?
Who am I, to wish for peace to find my neighbors?
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A small voice, alone in a small room, in a small dwelling on a mountainside. My quiet devotion is my own, as I gather my prayers and lay them at your feet. When I think of what could happen I tremble before the responsibility.
If you are listening, Lord, let me take care with my words. Small thoughts, heard aright, can grow to great things.
Consider:
Can I be painstaking in my devotions today?
Reading:
❖ “No coward soul is mine, / No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere;” — Emily Brontë, Last Lines
❖ “Having no light nor guide / Excepting that which burned within my heart,” — John of the Cross, Dark Night of the Soul
❖ “Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things.” — James 3:5 (KJV)
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~B.R.
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