Do I run a race? Is the finish near, if only I persist?

Am I to spread good news? Will others here, if only I will speak?

Am I to be a steward of your creation? Do I quietly polish the floors, equally all days?

Do I live and play as your child? Will your loving hand save me from calamity?

Let me discern who I am to be today, and act as you would have me.

Guide me in my ignorance, O Lord. So many paths appear before me.

(Letter #1,860)

I wandered from you, fearful of shadows. Now I have returned, Lord, even though my cupboard shelves are empty. You send me out into the world nonetheless, and bid me trust that I will meet with supply as it is needed.

Let me cross the threshold of this day with praise in my heart. You will carry me, and tomorrow will take care of itself.

You are a small fire in my heart, Lord. Let me tend to you today.

(Letter #1,859)

My wells are dry; will you bring rain today? I hunger; will you send bread?

O Lord, I wait. This be your will.

Let me give thanks for this space between.

(Letter #1,858)

The door flies open and there I stand at the threshold. Wind across the plain. Crisp air.

Stiffen my spine, dear Lord, and let my feet have courage to start walking.

Let not this wind trouble me. There is still solid ground on which to run.

(Letter #1,857)