Roots in soil, shoots pressing upward. I am green grasses. Does the wheat have a plan? It simply grows.

Let me follow your lead, Lord, as I grow.

(Letter #2,854)

Dogs roaming the edge of the firelight. Glowing eyes.

Here with you, Lord, safe and obedient. How did I come to know you? I knocked, so unlike me. How could I have known you would answer? It was an act of desperate faith.

Look at me now. I was in such fear and now I make camp on the edge of wilderness.

Let us sleep, safe, the dogs at bay, in a pool of protective light.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,853)

You stand by my side, feel what I feel, weep when I weep.

I have never been alone, even when on a desolate plain.

Comfort me, Lord. As you have ever in the past.

(Letter #2,852)

The shadow in which I sit is cold. To warm my body I need only roll over into the sun and stretch, belly to the sky. Why do I not? Instead I shiver.

Lord, do I wait for someone to remove the tree, to lift and move me?

Rescue is as easy as standing and walking, let me walk. As I move, I will warm, even without the sun. Let me then move.

(Letter #2,851)