Dogs roaming the edge of the firelight. Glowing eyes.
Here with you, Lord, safe and obedient. How did I come to know you? I knocked, so unlike me. How could I have known you would answer? It was an act of desperate faith.
Look at me now. I was in such fear and now I make camp on the edge of wilderness.
Let us sleep, safe, the dogs at bay, in a pool of protective light.
Thy will be done.
(Letter #2,853)
Daily Letters to God 