You see into my heart before I know to cry out — rescue arrives unlooked for.

You turn my path to avoid the thickets — the walking is easy as others falter.

I need but listen, and do your bidding.

Let me listen.

(Letter #3,342)

Distant hills.

The path leads into them; a stream flows out, steadily toward me.

Are they goal or source?

Sun sets between peaks; along the way is shelter.

Guide my feet and direct my gaze, Lord.

(Letter #3,341)

I am a lit candle; let me glow and cheer these dim spaces.

I am a flame; let me warm the gathered souls.

I am ablaze; let me break the path of the wildfire.

Let not your light in me fade, Lord, and let its strength be sufficient to match your will for me.

(Letter #3,340)

At the fork, you whisper the way. Do I listen?

Facing calamity, you show me the answer. Do I act?

Let me be attentive to your voice, Lord. You know me. Let me hear and follow.

(Letter #3,339)

Let me speak love today. Let me be love.

When I think of myself and my own aims, am I love?

When I step ahead of others, am I love?

Grant me grace, Lord, to lessen my grip on myself.

Let me be love.

(Letter #3,338)

Miracles, grace — alive today as ever they have been.

Mountains will move, seas part, souls move, hearts soften. Reprieve and rescue. Plenty and overflow.

Not power, not might, but grace.

Let me live expecting today what I have seen so many times, and abides with me already.

Grace.

(Letter #3,337)

The rough roads will become smooth, the crooked straight. The wind will turn to my back, and the sun shine its warmth.

Has it not ever been thus? My imagined woes are illusory, my trials trivial.

I am yours, Lord, and accepting of your abundant grace.

(Letter #3,336)

Overflow — of support, of joy, of gifts, of grace.

Let me come to you, Lord, and receive.

(Letter #3,335)

The storms come, yet I skip with joy even under heavy rains.

A sunny day, wherefore then my gloom and sullenness?

My moods come and go like mist, claiming me then burning away, yet with no substance.

The path, the journey, remains. Let me learn, Lord, to walk through the mist.

(Letter #3,334)

I was made for this day, these times.

My strength is equal to this day, as it has been yesterday and yesterday, as it will be tomorrow and tomorrow.

What shivers, Lord, to know that you built me for purpose!

(Letter #3,333)