To build a life, Lord, in which I do not need courage, let me take steps.
Let me rise in the morn, before dawn, and sit with you, feeling your nearness.
Let me act at noontide, in the village square, surrounded by neighbors and merchants, offering solace to the struggling, buoyed by your whispers in my ear.
Let me retire, close to thee, a balm of forgiveness dripping down my forehead and closing my eyes.
Gripped with fear, facing worry, living woe — these dayparts fade like mist under sun, if only I cleave to you, Lord.
A life in which courage is unnecessary, fear is fleeting and laughable.
Let me take steps, Lord.
(Letter #3,327)
Daily Letters to God 
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