Tuesday, January 25, 2022

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)