You call to me, must I travel to meet you? Or need I simply cease to resist?

You came to me once I opened my doorway. You will come again.

And yet here, I wander a desolation looking for you.

I hear you call, Lord. It is a knock on a door. I am on the other side, ear pressed.

I will sit, in the desert, and stop my searching. You will come as you promised. You will come, and bring order out of my private chaos. You will come, and sweet water will flow around me.

I will cease to resist, Lord.

(Letter #2,964)

I am a tree in your house, Lord, flourishing under your care and protection.

A beautiful specimen am I, yet am I also ornamental? Of what purpose is the indoor tree?

Olives along my boughs, or lemons. These will give nourishment.

How could I have known what use you would make of me? Let me trust in you, Lord, that even my small life has purpose.

(Letter #2,963)

Old road; new road.

Old ways; new ways.

Old life; new life.

You have stripped away what is unwanted, Lord. Am I less now, that wrong has been rubbed away? Naked and unashamed, must new garments be fashioned to cover me?

Old me; new me.

Let me be your new child, Lord.

(Letter #2,962)

Burn the boats; drain the cisterns.

Let me abandon myself to you.

You will lift me on wings, I will run like a deer through mountains with you with me.

Let me hold nothing back, Lord. Let me abandon myself to your will.

(Letter #2,961)

Does this day have in it a purpose?

Do I have a purpose for this day?

Lord, let me be and do what you have of me.

Let all be well.

(Letter #2,960)

Seas swell, winds whip, rivers rush.

Inward look, breathe.

I am away, alone, in my simple quiet space.

You come to me, I have made myself and this place ready, an invitation.

Gift upon gift.

Away, alone.

(Letter #2,959)

Noiseless, you came to me and are already here in my moment of need. Once again you rescue me.

I think I have dominion over my own thoughts, yet so much comes to mind unbidden. And that which I seek eludes. Heal, soothe my thoughts, O Lord.

When will I learn, Lord, you are always already here for me?

Let your will be done today.

(Letter #2,958)

Sitting by lakeside, loons and sparrows, cool morning air on the nape of my neck. A leaf falls; you planned this for me.

Am I a being of industry? Than I shall walk forth along a path of accomplishment.

Am I a being of love? Than I shall walk a road of grace and loving kindness.

These and other paths, already present as the loons cry. No choice to be made, Lord, other than to follow you, where the leaves may lead.

(Letter #2,957)

There is a road from me to you; let me walk it with purpose.

The gap between us; let me seek to bridge it.

On the road, let me keep walking even as my limbs and my faith falter at the distance.

Let me do your will along the way, even before I arrive.

(Letter #2,956)

Does the instrument keep itself? I cannot hone my own edges.

Sharpen me, Lord. Make me ready for use.

(Letter #2,955)