Sunday, December 22, 2019

Am I exposed to the elements, whipped raw, vulnerable? Or is the wind meant to awaken me and stiffen my resolve to march?

Lord, you protect me. If this is so, let me not cover myself with wool and hide – but walk forth into the wind.

The valley appears so clear below. I can see blades of grass under the frost. Let me equally see the choices I can make today, Lord.

(Letter #1,807)