I am alive inside, so let it be outside.

My fellows, who onlook, wondering at the calm gaze and slow movement. How can one be at such peace?

It is the peace borne of strong foundation and orderly days.

Thank you, Lord, for peace.

(Letter #3,322)

My garden plot, I go out to tend it. I clear the way for plants to grow, removing weeds and debris, tidying the rows.

I do not grow the garden.

The farmer does not grow the crops.

Let me step back and allow you to work your grace, Lord.

(Letter #3,321)

They visit me, they come to me, gathering about my dwelling. Curious about what there is inside. This quiet time, before dawn, a beating heart.

You strengthen me, Lord: my legs, my back, my shoulders, all sturdy. Aligned with your will.

Let them see.

(Letter #3,320)

Finery and delicate work, a garment of intricate beauty.

Worn for a simple journey through woods, to tend sheep in an alpine meadow.

Do you shower overflow of grace upon me, Lord? For what purpose is this display?

Let me wear what you give me, go where you point me, say what you direct, do what you move me to do. All to demonstrate your love and way of life.

(Letter #3,319)