Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Dear God, walking along these pathways, each fork I encounter looks the same. Every choice stops me in my tracks. What will happen if I go this way? That way? Have I seen this fork before?

I believe my choices to have weight, Lord, but you are the architect. Every road in this labyrinth leads out. It is a garden past time, no prison. The Minotaur I fear at the center is walled in, a myth.

Let me spend less of my life choosing and more time acting upon your guidance. Which way should I walk? Either will have been shown to be your will. So let me walk!

(Letter #1,537)