Thursday, February 21, 2019

Dear God, you stand ready to aid me, you array forces in my favor. Yet I blind myself to them, keeping my sight on my plodding feet.

Lord, breathe air into my spine, straighten my posture. Let my eyes scan the horizon. Nothing to fear there. These hosts are yours, coming to meet me.

I thought I heard thunder, dear God, and it frightened me. It was the hooves of the ones you sent to rescue me.

Let me welcome the trembling ground.

(Letter #1,503)