Light steps.

No heavy march, leaving little trace. Gentle on the land.

Light heart.

Troubles light and momentary. Here, gone, fleeting.

Let me walk lightly, Lord.

(Letter #3,181)

Joy pours down upon me this day and all days — do I see and accept the rains? Let this not be a day of mopery, for you built me to be a being of gladness and love.

My fellows around me, all seeking happiness, and me among them. How could you fail us, you sweet Friend, who love us, your children, so dear?

Walking through the day, let me be attentive to building others’ joy. You placed me here for that purpose. Let me trust you have arranged for others to care equally for me.

(Letter #3,180)

Hidden in my den in this mountain-cave, quiet and morning-dark gathered around me. Nothing can touch me, Lord, here with you.

The cave, the den, unreal. I am on a cushion in my dwelling. I visit you in my heart and there you harbor me.

Meaning: I can return to my protected den at any time. I am always already there, always already safe.

O good news!

(Letter #3,179)

Twisting cliff side path — suddenly broad and stable. Did my steps take me here?

Precarious stance — suddenly rooted. How do I now balance so easily?

You grow your children, Lord. You rescue us, catch us when we stumble. Until we can walk unaided.

What was impossible now comes with ease. What later will I do that today is out of reach?

Grace upon grace. Thank you, Lord.

(Letter #3,178)

A river through the land. Broad and deep.

A trickling creek through meadow.

A cool stream sourced in the hills.

The water flows from the one to the other, why do we see the creek apart from the river? Are they not all, eventually, the sea?

Is one day in my life that different from another?

Let my days flow, Lord, without fanfare. Let me soothe parched land, and freshen the walk of the traveler equally.

(Letter #3,000)

Do I rise from this time with you, Lord, proud of my virtue and ready to display piety?

The truth of my mornings is that I approach you weak, tired, fearful — and you give me quiet confidence to go forth. Wherefore then, do I take pride in rescue?

Grant me gratitude today, Lord.

(Letter #2,999)

The dawn light, let it renew my thought life.

The noon sun, let it clear my actions.

The gathering dusk, let it soothe my heart.

Let me live close to you today, Lord.

(Letter #2,998)

Imbued with power, what is my obligation toward the day? Entering a forest, do I conquer it, explore it, heal it?

Let me grateful for strength and weakness, and use both as you would have me.

(Letter #2,997)

With what weapon will you demolish my selfish center, Lord?

By melting my icy heart in the face of a neighbor’s woe?

By challenging a loved one?

By upending a cherished routine through calamity?

Great deeds are afoot, I feel them. Let me make my interior self ready for the storm.

(Letter #2,996)

This day, a container filled with moments. Each moment a container, filled with your grace.

My life, a container. Let me make ready, Lord, to allow you in, to change me.

(Letter #2,995)