Wednesday, August 26, 2020

I awaken, sheltered and dry, with a walkway prepared already to my place of work. But all feels chaos. When I look for the path I see only dark forest and overgrowth. War drums beat from the next valley.

Fear poisons my sight, Lord. I think I alone am to go against this wilderness, not seeing the sunlit path you have established and the helpers who are ready along the way. Where is my faith in you? I have convinced myself I am friendless.

Hold my hand, Lord. Rescue me from my own fear.

(Letter #2,055)