Saturday, March 26, 2022

I walk a path from one village to another. I will have to cross a river.

There are ferries, fords, and bridges all along that gentle stream, yet I worry over how wet might get my feet.

All paths lead to safety. When I return home, I will proclaim the news.

Hold my hand, Lord, while I cross this sturdy bridge.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,602)