There is a broad way, leading to stairs, and to an observation point with vistas and a bench to rest.
Still on the road, I think about all the tasks before me, the stairs, and how I will negotiate them. I am prepared.
Yet still may I slip even before I begin to climb. The broad road holds its own dangers, though it be flat and smooth. I so readily set out on my own way.
Let me depend upon you even in the face of easy work, Lord.
(Letter #3,195)
Daily Letters to God 