Wednesday, December 9, 2020

How wide must the pathway be, if indeed I walk with you? On a narrow ridge, with drops to each side, why fear I? I am walking the track you have laid out.

The gale blows outside, but in here there is calm.

There is drought in the land, but I drink from a well.

Lord, I face the day with fear. Let me dwell on seeking and doing your will, and not the cliffs along which you have brought me.

(Letter #2,160)