I need never ask, will you be my companion? You will be with me morning and night.

I am not alone today. Relief! Joy!

We are seated together; let me reach for your hand. Pull me.

(Letter #2,451)

What if all is as I fear? What if all is calamity? What if there is rot behind the veneer?

O Lord, you have me in your arms, you are my ground upon which to stand. Here I rest with you, while the world may crumble.

These fever dreams, Lord, my gnawing fears. Reality is solid. It is me with you.

Let us amble through the fire, Lord, the cool flames cannot harm. Me with you.

(Letter #2,450)

You know my real self.

Of all the ways I would like to be seen, you know the core and — miracle, grace — you accept me.

If you love imperfect me, let me, too, do so.

(Letter #2,449)

Silence. No words, no sound, no touch.

I try to draw nearer to you, and you are here. What happens when we are together?

Worry melts. The sun shines and burns away the gloom.

Power flows. If I rise from here with straight back, none can place a burden upon me.

It will all start in silence.

(Letter #2,448)