The nearby cave, the towering oak and its shade, the fallen log on which to rest, the overhang along the mountain path. All shelter, safety, respite, provided on the way.
And yet I feel exposed. Is not the error mine? Safety is all around, shelter is all around.
Rescue, even, all around.
Let me crawl into your welcoming arms, Lord, and cease wondering from whence my saving will come. You have always been here for me, I needed but see.
All is well.
(Letter #3,920)
Daily Letters to God 