Monday, December 30, 2019

You prepared today’s path for me; did you know I would leave it to forge my own way? Did you map out these new discoveries? Did you already know of my failure?

Even as I flee from you, there you are with me. Even as I flit from spot to spot, you are the ground underfoot. When I arrive in foreign lands, you greet me.

Lord, I am always under your gaze. Let this urge to escape burst out of me. Let my feet take joy in solid ground.

(Letter #1,815)