Something is coming. What will you visit upon me? Am I to face trial or reap reward?

Quickened breath, pounding heart. Such a dawn tumult. Let my stance be ready, let my face be welcoming.

Point my feet along the upward path, Lord. Walk with me, lest I run.

Grant me equanimity when the hour arrives.

(Letter #2,405)

Small improvements, small declines.

How did I get here? How did my path lead to this? I had no idea that small change, day by day, would bring me here.

Let my path be not one of decline, Lord, but instead upward. Grant me discernment as I encounter choice after choice.

(Letter #2,404)

Pink, new skin. What will grow?

Is there anything more miraculous than a healed wound?

Heal me, and heal me, O Lord. Scars lovingly placed.

Energy courses through the newly recovered, as we make up for lost time.

Thank you, Lord.

(Letter #2,403)

Can I be filled with peace? Is it the absence of woe?

Fill me with the things that make for a good life, Lord: gratitude, peace, generosity, tolerance, joy, humility, acceptance.

Let me give these things away, dear friend. A vessel may be filled and emptied, but a pipeline is flow.

Let love flow through me. Let peace flow through me.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,402)

Must I seek peace at the center of a maze, searching down false passages and wrong turnings? Worry has come to sit beside me on my cushion.

I am the Minotaur, myself at the center of the labyrinth. You placed me here with all needed provisions. I need not search, I am not lost. I am already at the goal.

Peace, sit beside me in my fortress, let worry dispel like lost mist.

All is well in here.

(Letter #2,401)

I will live through each moment of the day. Will I spend them with you, or in mulish apartness?

You walk with me, walk with me, yet so many times I deny your nearness — and bewail then my isolation.

Even in retreat from the world, I am in it. Awaken me, Lord, to my surroundings.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,400)

I set out looking for you, yet you were with me all along.

I cried out for help, I had all I need.

I prayed for intercession, the punishing hand had already been stayed.

You dwell within me, Lord, what a marvel. Let me feel you in my chest.

(Letter #2,399)

Placing flat stones to make a garden path.

Will it remain, decades hence? Or will a later soul use the stones to build a family hearth?

Perhaps the few who walk this way to visit will carry away your message of hope. The paving stones will have then fulfilled their purpose.

Lord, I am trying today to do your will.

(Letter #2,398)

There is a road from me to you, broad and smooth.

Why do I seek hidden pathways, why do I step off the track into the brush? Those ways are fraught and offer little.

This broad road, if I walk it, you will come to me too.

Let me meet you, Lord, on this road.

(Letter #2,397)

Let my way of life be my offering to you, Lord.

(Letter #2,396)