You have poured me into this body; let me give thanks for every sensation that is visited upon it. The heat, the cold, the pain, the shivers of delight.

You have placed me among these fellows; let me give thanks for every interaction that comes my way. Laughter, song, sorrow, conflict.

You have cracked open my heart and made yourself known to me, Lord. All that comes my way are messages from you. Let me read them.

(Letter #1,816)

You prepared today’s path for me; did you know I would leave it to forge my own way? Did you map out these new discoveries? Did you already know of my failure?

Even as I flee from you, there you are with me. Even as I flit from spot to spot, you are the ground underfoot. When I arrive in foreign lands, you greet me.

Lord, I am always under your gaze. Let this urge to escape burst out of me. Let my feet take joy in solid ground.

(Letter #1,815)

An unclenched and ready hand. Let me be this.

If I am your instrument, let me be available for use.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #1,814)

Be a rock under my feet, Lord.

My head is turned by shadows; my heart darts here and there like a mouse. Blind, I feel for the furniture. I crawl so I will not fall.

Lord, you are under me and I stand upon you. You clear the way for me. Why do I then hesitate?

You have delivered me, you keep delivering me, you will deliver me.

Grant me faith, Lord.

(Letter #1,813)