Tuesday, April 28, 2020

I hunt for a map before I set out to face the day, and food for the journey. How else to guarantee my arrival?

Lord, awaken me from this fugue. Start my feet moving. I need no map; you will order my steps. I need no supplies; you will sustain me.

I hesitate. I am fearful. I am obstinate. What if the road is hard? What if I encounter hunger?

Grant me a full measure of willingness, Lord. Thy will be done.

(Letter #1,935)