What are you teaching me?
There is a spot along my daily walk where I fear to go. The path narrows and sends me through dense and dark forest.
What might come to pass in that stretch of road? I might lose my way. I may become victim. I may stumble.
Many days, I arrange my steps to avoid it. I walk out of my way. Some days, I go anyway but close my eyes and whistle, hoping to survive but scarce believing it.
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What are you teaching me, Lord, with this daily journey into fear? That all is truly well? That my worries are phantoms? That I can survive more than I think?
Let me learn your lesson, Lord.
– from the mountain
Consider:
Can I hear what you are teaching me?
Reading:
“Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.” — William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act I, Scene III
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“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.” — Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love
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“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.” — Psalm 23:4 (KJV)
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