Sunday, August 25, 2019

The way is narrow, a twisting trail up from the valley. Switchbacks and stones, up and up.

Lord, you walk with me in my solitude, and hold my hand as I gaze down upon the stream below. Breathe my way and power flows into my pumping legs.

There is yet more to walk, and the path narrows yet more. We will walk single file. I feel you at my back, dear Lord. Press me on.

(Letter #1,688)