Thursday, July 25, 2019

Unsure of what next to do, I cower. If I do nothing, perhaps these threats I perceive will move on. I approach this day like a small creature, wondering how I might escape notice and stay at the margins.

Where, Lord, has this fear come from? I am your child, among your children. Yet I slink.

Place in my heart the message you would have me delivere today. Let your message be my courage.

(Letter #1,657)