Our family would often camp below the snowline on Cotopoxi, an Ecuadorian mountain of over 19,000 feet. Air was thin and there was no artificial light for miles. It is very difficult to walk on uneven ground that is shrouded in darkness. This is how it feels every day in this world for the person trudging the “narrow way”. Father of Light, shine upon my stumbling steps. Guide me to Your perfect will.
A DAILY BLOG OF SPIRITUAL INSIGHTS FROM THE MORNING PRAYERS OF DANIEL WILLIAMS
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