Cascades of obligations rain down on me, yet I stay in my closet and seek you.
Duty calls; am I shirking?
Eyes look for me; am I hiding?
My will hangs limp like a banner in summer.
Strengthen my faith, Lord. Time with you is its own accomplishment.
(Letter #2,033)
Which direction shall I walk? How may we draw near?
My steps falter and I am weak. Lord, pull me to you.
Does the road go from me to you, or from you to me?
(Letter #2,032)
The gardener does not do the growing. The seeds sprout, the roses bloom on their own. The ground has been prepared, the weeds removed – but you, Lord, bring life into the rows.
Let me learn humility. I tidy my room and think it accomplishment.
Let me step back and marvel at the growing things.
(Letter #2,031)
I stand still, listening for direction. What is to be done?
Lord, let me not walk ahead of your leading.
(Letter #2,030)
While I walk, you guide my feet and place my steps.
When laboring, the needed materials appear at my side.
In speech, the right words come, when moments before I stammered in fear.
Dear Lord, thank you for your loving rescue, always just in time.
(Letter #2,029)
Let me have diligence.
Let me cut no corners.
Let all who see my labors take heart in their own duties.
(Letter #2,028)
Each previous day has brought me to this dawn.
Lord, let me inhabit the day, and not simply pass through it into tomorrow. You have prepared this gift for me so carefully; let me taste it.
(Letter #2,027)
Am I to walk this road, or march along it? Am I to coexist or conquer?
Where, Lord, am I to overcome, and where accept?
Let me listen for your message. Grant me knowledge of which fork to walk down.
(Letter #2,026)
Alone with myself, how can I improve? From where will come the needed push to change course? From where will new thoughts come?
Lord, become present to me. I have deluded myself that I am solitary.
Take off my blinders. I am with others, even when alone.
(Letter #2,025)
What do I have to share? Only what you have given me. Your gifts are meant to be passed on.
Yet I am a miser, gripping my well-being and ease so tightly. Let me spread the love you have given me, freely and widely.
Open my heart, Lord.
(Letter #2,024)
