Let me help others in secret.

The miracles of today are changed hearts and altered courses — not fire and storm.

Open my eyes to the way you help me, Lord, so often also in secret. Slow power flows through your children, the power of growing things. Unseen roots, vast expanse.

Turn my heart, Lord.

(Letter #2,933)

The breeze across the field is a miracle. The sun rising and warming the gardens is a miracle. That I awaken healthy and whole is a miracle.

Lord, let me not seek dramatic signs. The simple unfolding of the world is its own message.

Thy will be done, Lord, grant me strength to do it.

(Letter #2,932)

I am the knife, becoming sharper. The viola, polished and tuned. The scythe, rusty edge honed away.

An instrument of your use, Lord.

Mine is to prepare and seek to be in perfected condition.

Improve me, Lord.

(Letter #2,931)

Seek me in the morning, you said.

Even before the sun rises, there am I, on my cushion, alert in my rooms, looking to you.

Seek your face, you said.

Day after day, there am I, peering into corner after corner to seek your will.

Yes, Lord, yes. Your face I will seek. In the morning, I will seek.

Let your will be my will.

(Letter #2,930)

All my prayers are being answered — I need but see rightly.

All my fears are being cast away — I need but breathe in wholeness and health.

All my enemies are being vanquished — I need but recognize this feeling as peace.

The air hums, Lord. Let me see it, hear it. Take away the gnawing woes with which I woke, as I step into the day.

(Letter #2,929)

The morning brings a list of tasks and destinations tacked to my door.

Willful me, I pick and choose according to mood, leaving the worst for last.

Lord, let me do your will as and when you reveal it. You deliver supply upon need. Let my actions lead my moods.

(Letter #2,928)

You make a way in the wilderness, a nourishing stream in the desert. Peering out into the day, I see the way and the water. These will be my path.

What miracle have you made in my heart, that I so gladly set out on this unknown journey? I was sullen, now willing. Discouraged, now joyous.

Let me meet the day you have made.

(Letter #2,927)

I sought you and sought you, Lord. You drew near to me in return. Now my days are shot through with sunshine.

Who befriended whom? Who rescued whom? Why me?

No matter. I leave my doorstep for another day’s journey, in joyful company.

The world beckons, in all its intimacy.

(Letter #2,926)

Breathe out, unclench jaw. Relax and let head balance on neck. Even in repose, so precarious, my head wants to fall forward, back.

There is no perfect balance, only constant correction.

Lord, open my eyes to the illusions I wrap myself in. Even as I see more clearly, let my edges remain soft.

(Letter #2,925)

The day is a road. Stones in the way may turn an ankle, yet you taught me to take care where I place my feet. The path linking from turn to turn is my art. Who will see it?

Sun shines upon the way, you smile on your child.

At a bend, let me pause and reflect. Selah. Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,924)