If you are with me unto the end of my days, then surely you are with me now. Today, you are with me.

Let me see you in the glint of light on a pond, in the rustle of leaves as a goldfinch hops from a branch.

Let the sun warm the nape of my neck in my hours of labor.

Be with me today, Lord.

(Letter #2,740)

My greatest field of labor is within myself.

In all my ways, Lord, let me acknowledge you. Make my paths straight and my ways true.

The sun shines. Power flows. I will live in the sunshine today.

(Letter #2,739)

I walk, I seek. Are you also seeking me?

Is my walking to be a march, rigid and regimented? A wander, aimless and meandering?

Let me run with joy through new meadows, Lord. Let this be the day’s march.

Find me at the end of it.

(Letter #2,738)

Yesterday’s garments lay in a pile. Dressing, I have my choice. What shall I wear to greet the day?

Let me choose a new coat, Lord, loose and roomy. Grant me ease of movement today.

Let the sun shine on a new me, Lord.

(Letter #2,737)

From my position of weakness, make me able to help. Let me rely upon you wholly today.

What is the lesson of the day? Dependence upon you.

Let me be your good student today, Lord.

(Letter #2,736)

Let today’s path be higher than yesterday’s. Let tomorrow surpass today.

Let me be among your armies, Lord, conquering shadow in all its forms.

Let me bear your light as we march upwards.

(Letter #2,735)

Let me see how I am:

• Already strong enough.
• Already smart enough.
• Already brave enough.
• Already enough.

Thank you, Lord.

(Letter #2,734)

The world hums with energy and light. Even here, closeted at dawn, I feel it. Awakening upon awakening, set to cascade upon me.

At midmorn, occupied by chores and assailed by trial, will I remember this moment? Will I yet see the light between the objects of the world?

O, let me recall what I have seen, dear Lord. Let my eyes stay open.

Let me see. Let me share.

(Letter #2,733)

The day will be filled with sunshine, or rain. The winds will blow, or there will be calm. War will come, or peace prevail.

All under your gaze, Lord. Grant me equanimity.

Grant me knowledge of your will for me, willingness to act, and the power to carry it out.

(Letter #2,732)

I was not seeking you, and yet you were seeking to be found by me. You drew near to me even before I tried.

What gift would you not give, Lord, to your wayward child, lost and self-imprisoned? I was bestowed treasure before I thought to look for it.

Now today: what grace is already on its way to me?

Let me make myself more worthy.

(Letter #2,731)