Twisting cliff side path — suddenly broad and stable. Did my steps take me here?
Precarious stance — suddenly rooted. How do I now balance so easily?
You grow your children, Lord. You rescue us, catch us when we stumble. Until we can walk unaided.
What was impossible now comes with ease. What later will I do that today is out of reach?
Grace upon grace. Thank you, Lord.
(Letter #3,178)
Daily Letters to God 
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