Wednesday, January 3, 2024

The one who opens the way, the one who holds my hand. The one upon whom all rests.

Crushed under a weight and frightened at my shadow, you come to me an buoy me. You lighten my step and strengthen my spine. My voice does not quaver when the words are yours.

My power. Constant companion and friend.

Let me live as you would have me today, Lord.

(Letter #3,386)