Wednesday, January 29, 2020

I see this pathway only until the first turning, then it disappears into dark mist. How shall I prepare myself, Lord, for what I may find? Ought I carry more provisions? Shed extra weight? Dress for cold?

I delay my steps, yet the turning is always ahead. When I meet it, finally, there appears another, equally dark.

Let me become grateful, Lord, for the worries these upcoming encounters place in me today. They sharpen my mind, add care to my steps, increase my reliance on you. They turn my thoughts away from vanity and direct me toward greater faith and humility.

Let me give thanks for my fear of what has not yet come to pass.

(Letter #1,845)