You moved me to turn left and not right.

New paths to walk, new troubles to face, new victories to witness as your grace follows me.

Later, you will give me all I need. Let me not worry that my pockets are now empty.

(Letter #2,355)

This harbor, protected from rough seas.

This meadow, with warm sunshine.

The stronghold, away from enemies.

Let me live gratefully for today’s respite, Lord.

(Letter #2,354)

You are blessing me.

At the end of this long road, after all these trials and living through woe, you are blessing me.

Is the road truly at its end? Will I not walk on tomorrow, and through tomorrow’s tomorrow? Will, later, such grace rain upon me?

Today, Lord, you bless me today. Let me rejoice in the space between morning and night.

(Letter #2,353)

The day is blank, I scarcely know how to begin to fill it.

While I am consumed with planning, dawn unfolds and you command the skies and creatures to commence their tune.

Am I to sing, too, Lord? Why thought I to be a conductor?

I will go where you point me.

(Letter #2,352)