Let me view this fear as your gift to me. I tremble at the day. It is an opportunity for greater reliance on you. Hold my hand and pull me into the sun, shaking and dragging my feet.
I seek cushions, seclusion, approval. Let me take contrary action, that I may become the being of love you envision. Prod me from my resting place, Lord.
Is it courageous to do what I fear? Perhaps it is faith.
Let me accept your love as I stand in the sunshine.
(Letter #1,946)
