I am on no straight walkway. The trail curves and loops through the wood.

All the paths are yours. The choices I make at each fork are illusion, for in either case I am still along your way. I have no need to panic if I miss a turning. Slow my breath, Lord.

Protected and led, I am a child in the park, always safe.

Let me feel your hand in mine.

(Letter #2,105)

Stretched, let me persevere even as the winds blow against me.

Let me give thanks for these trials. Let me be an example for my fellows, showing of what your grace consists.

Deliver me, Lord, that others may hope.

(Letter #2,104)

Yesterday’s fear and woe have faded. Today’s dawn brings new worries. Tomorrow they will have been mist.

Lord, let me give today’s troubles only their due.They will pass.

Let me remember today as one where my faith grew, Lord.

(Letter #2,103)

Lord, let me be your loving and devoted child.

(Letter #2,102)