You are answering me, bit by bit. Yesterday’s woes relieved ever so slightly; and the day before, and the day before. I carry a load you remove brick by brick.

Lord, I grow impatient. Where is relief?

Grant me greater faith and patience, dear Lord. Each day brings with it a new delivery of aid.

(Letter #2,056)

I awaken, sheltered and dry, with a walkway prepared already to my place of work. But all feels chaos. When I look for the path I see only dark forest and overgrowth. War drums beat from the next valley.

Fear poisons my sight, Lord. I think I alone am to go against this wilderness, not seeing the sunlit path you have established and the helpers who are ready along the way. Where is my faith in you? I have convinced myself I am friendless.

Hold my hand, Lord. Rescue me from my own fear.

(Letter #2,055)

Snared by confusion, I do not know the direction to go. Where shall I place my foot? Should I even move?

Panicked, I twist and stomp. Grant me a gentle touch and a listening ear.

You are already here, Lord, let me listen to your guiding.

(Letter #2,054)

There is a tangle of dread at my feet. It remains as I stand and walk, kicking to shake it off.

I soothe myself with breath, but my foundation is unstable.

Lord, let me not ignore what is there at my feet. Make me willing to tease out the knots in this ball of yarn.

(Letter #2,053)