Hiding, behind my closet door, weakened and afraid of the day.
Chores await, yet I fear even the simple stacking of wood.
It is when I am smallest, Lord, that you are most immense. Even a drop of courage dripped upon me warms my limbs and quickens my heart.
Grant me sufficiency, Lord. I have never been more ready.
(Letter #2,427)
Daily Letters to God 