What was once a broad and easy path has narrowed. This is not a way that all can walk; it twists and turns through defiles and along cliff sides.
As we ascend, Lord, will you remain at my side and hold my hand? The heights are dizzying.
A miracle, you walk beside me even where none could. Is the narrowing way the same for all?
Let me walk, that others may follow.
(Letter #2,978)
Daily Letters to God 