These thoughts, unfamiliar, are they yours? Are they the gift?

I look out at the world calmly, I see love and not opposition, the air hums with potential. I, your child, am no victim nor hero. I hear song and my heart swells.

Thy will be done today, Lord. Let me think your thoughts.

(Letter #2,922)

My devotion is effort; my effort, devotion. There is no escaping your will yet you offer me the opportunity to choose. Let me choose you today.

Polishing the rails of this grand staircase, I think on the many who have and will grasp it on the way up to their rooms, or down to the grand salons. Let my devotion improve their goings.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,921)

Let me dwell in you, Lord, taking refuge within your ways.

Dwell within me, Lord, occupying my heart of hearts and moving my limbs, my speech.

Friend, fellow, neighbor, protector, ruler, nurse, healer, partner — all at once. Within one another.

Lord, let today be yours.

(Letter #2,920)

Tending the garden, on hands and knees in the dirt, what will I sow? Will I reap chaos, peace?

So much depends on the small duties, taken with care.

Improve my vision, Lord, that I may see my hands as they labor. Let me inhabit the moment, precise even in the simple things.

Let mw sow what you would have me reap.

(Letter #2,919)

What would you have me do today? I awaken with plans, are they yours?

Let me wait for your sign, Lord. Grant me patience.

(Letter #2,918)

We walk together at dawn, Lord, you with me and me with you.

Without you, my days are grey and desolation looms. Without our faith, do you exist? Did we think you into being?

Hand in hand we go, Lord. The mist, the meadow, the wooded path. Dawn, noon, dusk.

You with me and me with you.

(Letter #2,917)

O dear Lord, whisper to me, encourage me as I walk this day’s march.

Through meadows, through brambles, through deep woods, through pastures, through wilderness — a song forming in my heart.

Even in desolation, you are with me. Will you prepare the table you promised?

Even as I wait, let me do your will, Lord.

(Letter #2,916)

Imperfect world, imperfect fellows, imperfect me. All around me and within are opportunities for growth and joy. Let me not dismiss the table because there is a splinter.

Breathe in, enter me. Breathe out, leave behind peace. Let me be whom you would have me be, let me do what you would have me do.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,915)

Ready for battle; there is no war to wage.

I have ceased fighting, Lord, let me also cease grasping at the world.

Gratitude begets gratitude. Love begets love. Let my path be enough.

(Letter #2,914)

The beginning, and the end, all in one day, packaged between sunrise and sunset.

You gaze down upon me, I gaze up toward you, Lord. Let me see as you see. Let me see compassion glowing from every edge.

Guide me through this distracted day, point me in the direction of peace.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,913)