Saturday, August 25, 2018

Dear God, I feel you here with me. You press against me, the very air on my skin. Each footfall echoes: it is your steps with mine. You arm on my shoulders. You whisper to me. I hear the sound but cannot make out the words.

Lord, give me ears to hear and eyes to see.

When you point, Lord, let me see the way. Move my feet along your pathway. Let me understand your instruction.

Make me willing, O Lord, to believe this: All is well.

(Letter #1323)