You intercede time and again.

Rains breaking a drought, a changed mind upending judgment, the dawn itself bringing new light into darkness.

A constant reprieve, my companion through terrifying days.

Let today be like yesterday, Lord. Another rescue.

(Letter #2,898)

A small voice, whispering tender love.

Green shoots grow into an oak grove.

Power, strength, fearfully and wonderfully grown.

Whisper to me strength, Lord.

(Letter #2,897)

A narrowing road, winding along the cliff face. Yesterday’s ease, a broad and flat path, is barely a memory. Today contains turnings, seeming danger even.

Am I not held aloft by your hand? The drop is fearfully long but I am protected.

You bid me walk with greater and greater care, Lord. Did I choose this? Did you?

Let me be equal to today’s task, Lord.

(Letter #2,896)

My heart swells as I approach the river. The smell of water quickens my steps.

Are the banks that different from the meadows I walked through anon? Simply being near the current, is it enough?

Wherefrom this anticipation?

I am witness to power, even where there is no drama.

Lord, let me give thanks for even the slow moving creek.

(Letter #2,895)