Roads and paths are crooked where once they were straight.

Is it my role to ease the landscape? Who could do such a large thing?

Lord, as I walk these twisted ways, let me cheer the ones I encounter. Keep me unspotted, my dear friend.

(Letter #2,715)

I come to you, Lord, seeking relief, yet you offer bounty of myriad sorts.

Face I trial? You are my defender.

Face I penury? You provide.

Face I woe? You are a balm.

Face I enemies? You upend the field of battle.

Never do I expect the form your gifts do take. Let me live in happy expectation of sweet rescue.

Let me live in expectation of your peace.

(Letter #2,714)

I was clay, unformed, before you gave me shape. Would I be human or beast? Unwrit potential.

This day dawns unformed and I have yet even to feel. What shall my attitude be toward your creation, Lord?

You prepare a table for me, laden heavy with providence, in the presence of my enemy and friend alike.

How could this be other than a day of joy? Let my heart come alive.

(Letter #2,713)

I was made for this day; you made this day for me.

In fear and weakness, I am enough. In doubt, I am enough. You supply all I need for this day you have made.

This grace showered around me, heaps of living treasure, all already placed at the ready. You went before, prepared the way.

Open my eyes, Lord, that I may cease grumbling. This is the day you made for me; I am the one you made for this day.

(Letter #2,712)