Frightened at what the day may bring, I view myself impoverished and weak. The truth is that this day dawns like the one before it. I have, here around me, all I need for the march. And yet I fret so.
My doubt is rebellion. Let instead my faith grow. Let me see the safety I already have. Let assurance grow in me.
Let my fear disperse like mist.
Like sunshine, Lord, speak faith over me.
(Letter #1,873)
Daily Letters to God 