Who will remove this mountain from my path? Who will stop the rains that batter?

I face so much with so little. I am insufficient, yea, all my neighbors together could not win the day.

And yet your hand brings rainbows. You crumble the mountain into the sea.

If you will stop the rains, then surely you will rescue me, your child. Grant me yet more faith, Lord.

(Letter #2,943)

Only I can hear the words murmur to me. The instructions will produce results for none other.

Your commands, Lord, tailored for me.

Let me, then, simply listen and do.

(Letter #2,942)

In a secret heart, shut away from the wind and sun, beats a fearful tattoo.

Come wind, come sun! Wash away the sound of this drumming.

Lord, my heart is a frightened rabbit. Soothe me, that I may walk out from here, into wind and sun, and carry the good news.

Be still my heart; all is well.

(Letter #2,941)

The day is a crucible.

The heat and effort will purify me.

Let me become ready to meet you, Lord.

(Letter #2,940)

Have I chosen what is better, that can never be taken away? Am I prepared for all the grace that will rain down?

Hoping is not the same as deciding. Let me, Lord, decide to be ready.

(Letter #2,939)

You blasted a cleft into this blank wall in a box canyon, into which I now crawl to hide. A secret place, my protection.

I may later walk in exposed places. You will send a champion, my protection.

I may, finally, fall into a pit out of which I must pull myself hand over hand. Strong grip and perseverance, my protection.

Even imperiled, you deliver grace in so many guises, Lord. In the moment I cannot recognize the form of my rescue.

If I lack sight, then grant me willingness to be saved.

(Letter #2,938)

How could it be that the sun rises day upon day, without fail? That each breath comes in and goes out even without thought? That as I walk, my balance is perfect and I do not stumble?

These feats of constancy, miracles cloaked in everydayness.

It is a wonder that I stand upright. Why, then, do I grumble when I cannot run?

Grant me gratitude, Lord.

(Letter #2,937)

Let them run. I shall walk with you.

Let them boast. I shall whisper of your love.

Let them hurl stones. I shall build a useful mill.

Let them tramp heavy through meadows. I shall husband a fertile garden.

Be with me, Lord, as I am with you.

(Letter #2,936)

Let me look forward — to grace, to ease, to peace, to safety. You are my rescuer, and these are your works.

Let me look forward — to joy, to love. I am your child, and these, too, are your works.

Peace and joy, let me live expectant.

(Letter #2,935)

Once you rescued me. Will you do it again?

You rain gifts down upon me. Will you do it again?

You would not save only to let me later drown. You would not grant such grace as you do, only to let me lay destitute after squandering it.

Love, unconditional.

Again, Lord, I beg in need.

(Letter #2,934)