I go from spot to spot. Am I seeking you, or are you driving me toward society?

The seed pushes down roots as it also pushes up a flower into the air. When I see the flower, do I also love what is unseen?

Days alone, in solitude. Invisible work, seen only by you, Lord. Let my life flower due to strong roots.

(Letter #2,888)

Am I the hammer or the nail?

Do I hold fast, or cause change?

One of many instruments at the ready, let me find my highest use, Lord.

(Letter #2,887)

The trails crisscross and there is no clear direction. One leads to another and folds back again.

One foot in front of the other, Lord. Breathe in, breathe out. These are your directions in a land of no direction.

Lo, in the midst of the barest life, comes another traveler. More hungry than me, I can offer food. Injured, I can sit with them.

No wonder, Lord, that you slowed me down, for I might have stepped over this one lying by the road.

Let me give thanks even for my halting pace.

(Letter #2,886)

Sit next to me as I look out upon the valley, Lord, and show me which roads to walk. How do I get from here to there? When I arrive, where shall I set myself down and how deliver the news?

And what news? That all will be well, there is enough, that you have called us to live in peace. Abundance is the message.

All of that is to come. For now, Lord, sit with me.

(Letter #2,886)