I am worried whether I will be enough. Will I know what to do or say? Will my energy suffice? Will I have lacked discipline?

Lord, your will for me is inexorable. I will come to rest where you have ordained, regardless of whether it feels as if the day was successful or a failure.

Why, then, must I fret? Self-regard dogs me and I wish for praise, comfort, ease.

Let me walk in the direction you point.

(Letter #1,956)

I awaken from disturbed sleep. Am I to set aside foreboding?

My cupboard runs low. Am I to set aside worry?

Yesterday I was selfish and cruel. Am I to set aside remorse?

Lord, your ways are not mine. Let me try to wear another’s clothes.

(Letter #1,955)

This part of my walk leads up a hill. Working my legs, I pant. The next rise is out of reach and may be a false summit.

The creatures of the ground dart easily up and down. They make their home on the side of a mountain. I lumber through like a mule.

Lord, let me run lightly through these lands. Let me drop my burdens.

(#1,954)

I shall be with you at each step. I will speak with you moment by moment by moment. Today will be a prayer from dawn until nightfall.

I will draw near to you; will you draw near to me?

If each step I take is a prayer, let it bring me closer to you. If each word a prayer, hear me yet more clearly.

Improve my walking, speaking, hearing, Lord.

(Letter #1,953)