A clearing, in dewy morn, alone. Readying for a long walk. I have done this before.
Lord, watch over my journey this day. I fear what I may find, as I have on so many other mornings. Those days you were with me; be so now.
Quiet this unruly mind as I stow gear and remove my traces. Let me not fear noon, hours away, but settle my attention on my preparations now.
Teach me presence, Lord.
(Letter #4046)
Daily Letters to God 