Another dawn, another day.
Light spreads across the meadow and I cower, as if hoping the advancing shadow line will not reach me. Sunlight brings the rush of the day, which brings with it worry over what may yet be. Am I up to my tasks? Will a new challenge arise for which I am ill-prepared?
But the meadow sits, slowly brightening. Glory and beauty awaken while I hide behind a hedge.
You have laid out a path for me, Lord. Its course is known and the steep spots have stairs.
I am up to the journey, Lord, bestir me that I may cease this hiding.
(Letter #4020)
Daily Letters to God 