Thursday, March 24, 2022

Do I sit with you, or you with me?

When we walk, who leads whom? Do I take you from place to place, a child showing their parent all their favorite hiding spots?

O sweet mercy, you allow me to feel freedom and control over my destiny. Yet you are there to catch me at every stumble.

Draw near to me, Lord, while we sit together.

(Letter #2,600)