While the sun rises, shadows yet are cast and loom large. They will shorten, but for now the view makes me as fearful as gathering night.
Be my refuge, Lord, holding my right hand as we walk. What if today were to become a shower of gifts? I could not know, as I cower in my room.
Let me walk with you, Lord, and feel your grace.
(Letter #3,970)
Daily Letters to God 