Falling, or flying? The wind rushes by my ears.
Lord, you meet me here, where my need is most. Catch me, hold me, lift me.
It was not until you held me that I was brave enough to open my eyes. Look, my friends, the eagles!
How could I have even asked for this gift? My need became wealth.
Thank you, Lord.
(Letter #3,422)
Daily Letters to God 