Saturday, December 28, 2019

Be a rock under my feet, Lord.

My head is turned by shadows; my heart darts here and there like a mouse. Blind, I feel for the furniture. I crawl so I will not fall.

Lord, you are under me and I stand upon you. You clear the way for me. Why do I then hesitate?

You have delivered me, you keep delivering me, you will deliver me.

Grant me faith, Lord.

(Letter #1,813)