Tuesday, February 7, 2023

I awakened where you intended me to be.

Now here in my rooms, my thoughts, too, are directed by you.

This mood of panic, why did you send it to me? This woe, why?

I will get up from here and walk in the dark, blind. Yet my feet glow and others see my way following behind me. The blind thus lead the blind.

Let me trust, Lord, and carry on walking. Even in dark woods, I am where you placed me.

(Letter #2,780)