You blasted a cleft into this blank wall in a box canyon, into which I now crawl to hide. A secret place, my protection.
I may later walk in exposed places. You will send a champion, my protection.
I may, finally, fall into a pit out of which I must pull myself hand over hand. Strong grip and perseverance, my protection.
Even imperiled, you deliver grace in so many guises, Lord. In the moment I cannot recognize the form of my rescue.
If I lack sight, then grant me willingness to be saved.
(Letter #2,938)
Daily Letters to God 
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