Let me breathe in this moment.

Later may be worry, let now be breathing.

Home.

(Letter #2,447)

I lay it all before you, my worries and woes, as dawn creeps into the sky. Will you carry my burden, Lord? How shall I know what I can and cannot do for myself?

Make me willing to set aside my mulishness, Lord.

(Letter #2,446)

Who hides the future, who creates this forgetting of the dim past? Who blurs my vision of today, that I know not even where I sit?

It is you, Lord. My mistakes, questions, and troubles are all brought and authored by you.

How shall I see even calamity as a gift? Shine into my thought life, Lord, and be with me.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,445)

My heart is an ember in my chest, joy the wind that causes it to glow and glow and burst into flame.

The most important decision I make daily, to turn my chest toward the wind.

Joy, blow through me and sweep up the dust in the corners.

Lord, I am yours today.

(Letter #2,444)