Will you rescue me, or stand by while I struggle? You have said you will never forsake me.

Will you let me stray from your ways? You have said you would order my steps.

Today, tomorrow, Lord: all things are ordained. Let me not worry so over my choices and trials. Even the dead end and box canyon were designed for me alone.

(Letter #2,070)

As I tend this garden plot, my neighbors criticize. Lord, what is the lesson?

Dedication to you?

Openness to the new?

The ability to resist distraction?

Lord, let me learn what you would teach me.

(Letter #2,069)

I hoard: my energy, my ease, my treasure.

I doubt: what if, when needed, supply is lacking, aid does not come?

Lord, you have never forsaken me, why should I fear it now?

Strengthen my faith. Let me hoard less, doubt less.

(Letter #2,068)

This small room is my refuge. Here I am protected. Even under fear and worry – this place is safe. None touch me here.

Lord, let me turn these worries to joy, here in a place of refuge.

There is no need for apprehension while I sit on my cushion. Let me leave it outside the door.

(Letter #2,067)