At a base camp, I watch so many travelers set out for the summit. Climber after climber, struggling to walk, to breathe, to achieve.
The time at the summit is fleeting and the way brooks no error.
Am I waiting my turn to join a line of hunched figures fighting upward?
Let me awaken from my fever dreams of glory, Lord. Why not live in the valley and enjoy the streams and forest?
Let me make a better choice today.
(Letter #4070)
Daily Letters to God 