Saturday, January 2, 2021

What does it cost me to reach out my hand and grasp another’s?

You have placed me at these heights, when I pull up my brethren, I am still standing. Why, then, do I hesitate?

Lord, I am striding along your high ridgelines, breathing the mountain wind. While I am here, let me maintain the track, that those behind me will find easier walking.

Let me no longer be miserly with the well-being you pour down upon me.

(Letter #2,184)