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)
Daily Letters to God 
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