If you hold my hand, I will not fall. If you guide my feet, I will not stumble nor lose my way.
My storehouse is empty, I fear lack and the need of charity, yet still you call me forth to walk these trails. All I need, I will find along the way.
Will it be enough? How could it not be?
Lord, forgive me my disbelief.
(Letter #2,572)
Daily Letters to God 