Letter 4390

Walking the forest path, a fallen log across the way. Two trees framing either side, their branches meeting overhead: A door.

My heart tightens. What waits beyond?

I have stood at doors before. Some I have pushed through in fear, and found sunlight on the other side. A gift I might have missed.

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Why do I forget this? Why does each door look like the last impossible one?

Lord, let me trust the grace that has met me before. Let me knock, and enter, and find what you have waiting.

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Consider:

Can I walk through the door?

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Reading:

❖ “Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage.” — Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

❖ “There is something in every one of you that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself.” — Howard Thurman, Baccalaureate Address, Spelman College, 1980

❖ “Behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it.” — Revelation 3:8 (KJV)

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~B.R.

Letter 4389

Walking the forest.

The light finds me before I find it. Shining straight down at noon, it illuminates what was already there.

Without this light, all would have remained unseen. Without this light, I would have remained hidden.

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Was I ready to be found? I was not seeking it.

Lord, make me willing to stand in the light.

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Consider:

Can I find the strength to be counted today?

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Reading:

❖ “Come forth into the light of things, let Nature be your teacher.” — William Wordsworth, The Tables Turned

❖ “To be unknown to God is altogether too much privacy.” — Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation

❖ “The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?” — Psalm 27:1 (KJV)

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~B.R.

Letter 4388

Faced with indecision, faced with hesitation, faced with wondering what to do.

The day is a sea, not a river or path. I can move in any direction, and still be at sea. How can I see progress?

Let me find and do the next chore, Lord. A rail needs painting, let me do that. A room needs sweeping, let me do that.

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Is this your lot for me? Small tasks filling my day?

Those tasks form the bones of a path where otherwise there would be none. They allow me to walk where I would drift.

Thank you, Lord, for a path.

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Consider:

Can I do the next right thing?

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Reading:

❖ “It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.” — Wendell Berry

❖ “The present moment is always full of infinite treasure. It contains more than you have the capacity to hold.” — Jean-Pierre de Caussade, The Sacrament of the Present Moment

❖ “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.” — Ecclesiastes 9:10 (KJV)

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~B.R.

Letter 4387

The morning task is before me. I know what to do with my hands.

Yet my eye goes to the window, to the field, to the bird on the fence post, to the clouds moving east.

I have tried to gather myself as I gather kindling — piece by piece, returning again to the pile. Still the pieces scatter.

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Lord, let me return, again, to what is before me. Not in frustration, but in patience.

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Consider:

Can I bring myself back, even now?

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Reading:

❖ “The faculty of voluntarily bringing back a wandering attention, over and over again, is the very root of judgment, character, and will.” — William James, Principles of Psychology

❖ “Have patience with all things, but first of all with yourself.” — Francis de Sales, Introduction to the Devout Life

❖ “Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.” — Isaiah 26:3 (KJV)

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~B.R.