Friday, December 3, 2021

You lead me by the hand, I scarcely know even the familiar paths.

Could I bear the full truth, Lord, were you to strip the scales from my eyes? Such mercy you let me remain wrapped in fog.

These woes and trials, they served to bring me willingness to draw nearer to you. Let me thus thank you for tribulation.

My blindness, let it be removed. Let me stand like a new foal, shaky and blinking.

I will soon enough run.

(Letter #2,519)