A friend comes to cheer me. I am filled up.

I cheer another. My heart becomes eased.

Love is circulation. Lord, you teach me.

(Letter #2,363)

A crowd milling outside my door. What do they want?

In my chambers, I rest with you.

They will wait.

(Letter #2,362)

I awaken; I am on the way. This encampment is just another one of many that I will have made before my journey ends.

Let me clean my site and press on without regret. No need to mourn the passing of what was simply a resting place.

Lord, let me discern the permanent from the fleeting.

(Letter #2,361)

Abundance.

Bushes, birds, sunlight.

A deer walks by, unafraid of what I may do.

Tomorrow may bring trial, yet today has dawned with ease.

Lord, your children are grateful.

(Letter #2,360)