Retired impoverished, awakened to wealth. What changed? You were with me at dusk as equally now at dawn.

My eyes see the treasure, yesterday hidden and today heaped around me, a storehouse overflowing.

Your love, your providence.

If this wealth was always here, if I was always already among it — how much more might I expect in later days, when today’s unseen is revealed, tomorrow?

A daily miracle unfolding. An everyday miracle.

Today, tomorrow.

Your nearness, your peace.

(Letter #2,986)

Along this stony piece of road, the sun shines and breeze cools. The difficult patch is an episode in a love-drama.

Is it possible, once awakened, to awaken yet more? Can I see more clearly and then more again?

Each day, Lord, comes more revelation. The weight of each moment lessens, the story arc of life bends toward joy, I see I already have what I pine for.

We, your children, are wealthy already beyond measure. Let me further awaken.

(Letter #2,985)