Who has gone ahead to clear the path of debris and brush? Can I even know of all who have come before, the generations of feet whose steps have flattened this walkway?
I make my way with ease. Can I be thankful even for this? I did not notice the lack of barrier, I simply moved.
Make me aware, Lord. Awaken me to the gifts overflowing upon me.
(Letter #3,742)
Daily Letters to God 