Dear God, am I to walk today? Run? Rest?

Let me be attentive to your directions today. My own plans and designs, let them give way before you. Make me ready and willing to do your will.

Let me not look back to see if others follow. The beacon shines whether it is seen or not.

(Letter #1,541)

Dear God, what are my duties this day? Each march takes me along a similar path. Am I to perform the same tasks each time?

Within each moment, though I may be restricted, you yet provide me infinite choice: I might place my foot there, not here; I might grasp that limb, not this one.

Let me feel the span of the world unfold in the smallest footfall, dear Lord. Let me approach the ordinary unspooling of the day as I might a ceremony. Each small element is a new opportunity to make more perfect the whole.

Let this be my devotion.

(Letter #1,540)

Dear God, this small corner in which I sit is swept and tidy. Here in this closet is where I seek you.

Soon enough I must leave to roam the days’s world. You send me walking here, there, carrying burdens and delivering messages. The paths are unruly, winds blow, other voices chatter at me.

Inside me, as I walk, I recall the sweet order of my secret room where I live apart with you. O to return, but alone is no way to live. You have made me to be one among fellows, no hermit.

Sweet Lord, I will be back to you in tranquility soon enough. Now it is time to turn my face to the wind.

Thy will be done today.

(Letter #1,539)

Dear God, the glorious dawn comes every day, a routine miracle. Only seldom does its beauty strike me.

What other gifts of joy do you deliver, that I too seldom give thought?

Awaken my attention, Lord, that I may see.

(Letter #1,538)