Inside: fear, doubt, selfish worry.

Outside: storm, calamity, vexation.

The truth: all is well, within and without. All will be well.

Lord, you are a great wind, blow through and leave me clean.

All is well. All will be well.

(Letter #2,595)

Fearful of coming weather, I plead for shelter even as the sun shines.

Tomorrow is payday, yet today I worry over scraps.

O Lord, come inside and crack my flinty heart, unleash warmth. Impossible miracles are here already, and tomorrow will bring new delights.

(Letter #2,594)

Is the world a puzzle to be solved? A battle to be waged? A test? A thief?

My days are filled with gift upon gift, even as I fail to notice the piles of treasure growing around me.

The treasure, these gifts: well-being, purpose, joy, love. Ease.

Let care drop from my shoulders, Lord, let me become aware of my wealth.

(Letter #2,593)

As hard as my body is pressed down, the ground holds me up equally.

Are you my support, Lord, or are you the force that keeps me from flying away?

Even this weight is a gift.

(Letter #2,592)