STUMBLING STEPS

While living in the Andes Mountains our family would often camp just below the snowline on Cotopoxi, an Ecuadorian volcanic mountain of over 19,000 feet. Air was thin and there was no artificial light for miles; the nights were ink black. It is difficult and perilous to walk on uneven ground shrouded in darkness, but this is how it often feels in this world for the person trudging the “narrow way”. Thankfully, we are not alone. Father of Light, I would fall into the abyss were it not for your care. Shine upon my stumbling steps. True Light of My Eyes and Heart, guide me to Your perfect will.