By looking at the path, I cannot tell where it leads. The well-worn way, does it take its walker to an oasis? Does it end tragically at a cliff, deceiving so many who have come before?
The right way may look overgrown and little-used.
My own senses are not enough, Lord. Set my feet in the right direction.
Let me heed your call to walk down even the paths that frighten me.
(Letter #1,931)
Daily Letters to God 