What do you ask of me today? Am I ready?

Lord, grant me equanimity in the face of your call. Grant me single-mindedness while these winds blow.

Deep in my heart, orders come. Let me not turn away from what I hear.

(Letter #1,864)

The wind blows over my shelter; chaos spreads among the folk.

Before I can cry out, you show me the direction to walk. How to repair the damage. I know my duties before I ask.

Lord, thank you for what you tell me. Let me listen.

(Letter #1,863)

Surely these things that trouble me are gifts.

This rain, that washes me clean. This wind, that will blow me to shore. This hunger, that will keep me alert.

Need I know what lies on the next chart? There is plenty to occupy me now. Let me therfore heave to.

Lord, I am your obedient servant. Let me also become your grateful one.

(Letter #1,862)

My heart is a small garden. It provides nourishment if I tend it. Each day, the tasks are the same, yet the results change. Some days there are new weeds. Others, a great harvest for my meal.

I will kneel, and set about removing weeds. Thank you, Lord, for the simplicity of this task.

My heart, a small garden.

(Letter #1,861)