The morning brings activity my way. I distance myself that I may watch it unfold. Is your will for me that I join my fellows? Or sit quietly, alone with you?
Lord, let me not pore over every minor choice. I treat each fork as a great decision, when they are simply diversions along a steady path. You will guide my feet nonetheless.
As I encounter these crowds along the way, let me greet them with good cheer even as I pass quietly through.
(Letter #1,652)
