I worry over tomorrow’s choices yet remain blind to the options all around me here and now.

I wonder how I will pay tomorrow’s debts, yet leave today’s bills unaddressed.

I walk nearby cool streams and do not drink, all the while thinking of how parched I may be later.

Let me drink now, Lord, and fortify against tomorrow’s lack.

(Letter #2,117)

When energy comes, my independence and mastery rises. I stomp through the yard with confidence.

My dependence has evaporated in the sun. This elation is illusion – Lord, let me hold fast to you.

Dispel these manic dreams of sufficiency. Grant me the gift of great reliance.

(Letter #2,116)

Even when the leaves are swept and the garden tended, still there is more to be done inwardly during quiet moments.

I am a dynamo in my interior life, Lord. Let me stride through the land uprooting choking weeds and clearing brush. The world sees no movement yet great things come to pass on the inside. Battles are waged, while not a finger is seen to move.

Lord, my captain, direct these forces. Dawn will come, the field will be washed clean.

Walking to attend this morning’s chores, none may suspect the victories this morning held.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,115)

No pioneer nor leader, I am one of many quiet workers. Yet in this pile of wood there lies a world to explore. Along the well-worn path to my garden, wonders.

Even my body contains revelations if I approach with care and curiosity. How best can I place this foot? Which angle makes my back strongest?

Lord, I numb myself with distraction. Let me awaken to the world and discover mystery.

Your treasures await.

(Letter #2,114)