A narrowing road, winding along the cliff face. Yesterday’s ease, a broad and flat path, is barely a memory. Today contains turnings, seeming danger even.
Am I not held aloft by your hand? The drop is fearfully long but I am protected.
You bid me walk with greater and greater care, Lord. Did I choose this? Did you?
Let me be equal to today’s task, Lord.
(Letter #2,896)
Daily Letters to God 
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