From the banks, I look at the flowing river and marvel at its might. Dry, the current does not touch me.
Wading by the shore, I easily walk. There is only a weak tug at my ankles.
Let me move to the center of the river and there receive the full power of the current. I can scarce stand as I am pulled along. Here, my oar strokes are multiplied. My boat hurtles forward.
Let me do your will today, Lord, and feel you at my back.
(Letter #2,792)
Daily Letters to God 