Friday, February 18, 2022

I have found a way to walk along. Parts are broad, smooth. Others narrow. You send this road, Lord, through mild climes and rough weather.

I worry where I will go, how I will fare. My road goes where it goes, even the forking paths rejoin.

You walk with me along the way, Lord.

Let me quit my study of maps. The way is. You are.

Thy will shall be done.

(Letter #2,596)