What is the truth of things? That we appear, exist, depart like mist. All is fleeting, yet this moment is permanent.

Let me exist here and now, Lord.

(Letter # 3,191)

My past, could I stand before it?

Error and omission. Shortfalls and striving. I have been a human being, Lord, needy before your power.

Could I have known the peace and ease available even then? My dearest and most intimate Friend, you whisper in my ear that all is well. You have been whispering all along, and only now do I hear.

My brothers and sisters, in woe and gnashing teeth, let me soothe them with the news. They can hear you if they sit still. Perhaps we can listen together.

All is well. All will be well.

(Letter #3,190)

Drawing near to you, you draw near to me.

You buoy me, and my trust has never been shown to be unfounded. Let today recapitulate yesterday.

Let me approach with confidence, Lord.

(Letter #3,189)

Limitation and lack. Is this such a terrible fate? Or am I human, a brother among brothers, neighbor among neighbors, all of us with our own weakness?

Lord, let me love imperfection, for it makes me one of many, and opens wider the door for you to enter.

Grant me strength to do your will today.

(Letter #3,188)