Relax. Ungrip.

Thank you for this day.

Let me do your will, as I stumble along this path you led me onto. Let me cheer whom I meet.

There is good news: all is well.

Breathe.

(Letter #2,607)

My eyes closed, I grope in darkness.

The bright sun shines all along. My way is lit. My blindness is a choice.

Even before I open my eyes, you warm my face and limbs.

Let me choose to see you, Lord.

(Letter #2,606)

I have held on so tightly. Unclench my jaw, ungrip my hands. Slow my breath.

Lord, you were here even when I was consumed with worry.

Let me now listen as you sing to me, softly in my ear, and bring me comfort.

You were always here.

(Letter #2,605)

When I call out, let me have an answer.

When you answer, let me hear.

When I hear, Lord, let me obey.

Let your will be done today.

(Letter #2,604)