I rush into fire, into rapids, into cyclone. Is it truly industry, or distraction?

Breathe in, breathe out. Feet still, on ground. Belly rise, fall.

Slow me, Lord.

(Letter #2,910)

Let my people thrive, dear Lord: family, fellows, neighbors, townsfolk.

We follow you through mountain tracks and down onto the plains. A moving beacon, you beckon, we come.

My part, Lord, what is my part to play? Do I exhort my fellows? Blaze the way? Guard the rear?

Is my part to ask you for intercession?

Let us thrive, Lord.

(Letter #2,909)

You made me for this day.

You made this day for me.

I seek you; you are just what I need, Lord.

I will do your will.

(Letter #2,908)

You knock, I cower. You come to prosper me, Lord, why do I shy so?

Opportunity comes in disguise. Growth, abundance, peace — in disguise.

Let me recognize and welcome your knock, Lord.

(Letter #2,907)