Thursday, January 2, 2020

The path of this day leads away from my doorstep. I worry what I may find around the bend. Fear keeps me behind my threshold.

Lord, let me start walking nonetheless. I can see the ones who bear burdens; they need me. Once I reach them, there may be others I can see further on, equally needy.

From help to help, let this impel me. Unstick my feet, Lord.

(Letter #1,818)