Friday, March 8, 2019

Dear God, whisper to me.

As I walk these pathways, crossing and recrossing, urge me on in your direction. Place my feet safely in the stony areas, guide me toward cool meadows. Open my ears to listen for your voice.

Walking in the woods, I encounter a new road. Like a distracted child, I abandon my direction and run along this fresh byway. Where does it go? Who is to say this path leads to ease? It may turn back on itself soon enough.

Grant me pause to choose as you urge me to. Open my heart to you, sweet Lord.

(Letter #1,518)