While I walk, you guide my feet and place my steps.

When laboring, the needed materials appear at my side.

In speech, the right words come, when moments before I stammered in fear.

Dear Lord, thank you for your loving rescue, always just in time.

(Letter #2,029)

Let me have diligence.

Let me cut no corners.

Let all who see my labors take heart in their own duties.

(Letter #2,028)

Each previous day has brought me to this dawn.

Lord, let me inhabit the day, and not simply pass through it into tomorrow. You have prepared this gift for me so carefully; let me taste it.

(Letter #2,027)

Am I to walk this road, or march along it? Am I to coexist or conquer?

Where, Lord, am I to overcome, and where accept?

Let me listen for your message. Grant me knowledge of which fork to walk down.

(Letter #2,026)