When they come calling, will I be able to offer more than dry crumbs? What have I done this day to encourage lush growth and bounty to arise within me? You are offering, Lord, am I receiving?

I walk distracted through stony lands. I could have just as easily walked along the river valley, yet I stubbornly stuck to the heights.

Ease, Lord, you offer ease. Let me accept it, let me give it.

(Letter #2,121)

I face rough seas. Preparing to go, I feel your protection. I will be blown and tossed, yet I will emerge.

You will use the storm to teach me poise; to teach others who watch the way of dependence.

Lord, heart in my throat, let me enter the chute without dragging my feet.

(Letter #2,120)

I neglect to water the garden, and yet falls the rain.

I waste time on idle pursuits, and there comes a reprieve from deadline.

Let the fruits of my life be a demonstration that even the undeserving may receive grace.

You save me, Lord, in spite of myself.

(Letter #2,119)

I long to see the full picture, and my place in it. Am I hero, villain, foil? Is this the end, or the beginning?

The sun rises, and sets, without narrative arc.

Lord, let me learn to live each moment as the gift you have given. Let me abandon a life of limited stories.

(Letter #2,118)