A barrier? A box canyon? You grant me power to walk through brambles and mire, Lord, what could you not allow me to overcome?

Your grace flows through me to fellows, through fellows to me, infinite exchange.

We overcome together, whether we are on the same lines or not.

We overcome.

(Letter #3,332)

A friend, a true friend, and so no words are needed. We sit quietly together at dawn, and you know my troubles. You celebrate my success. You share my joy. You soothe my worries.

What, then, can offer you, dear Lord? Groans and sighs are all I have.

Dear friend, let us sit quietly while I reflect on your infinite grace.

(Letter #3,331)

Road upon road, fork upon fork, choice upon choice.

Which leads to home? Do they all?

Which way would you have me trod, Lord? Does this choice bear great weight, or are all options already a part of your will for me?

Let me exhale, and relax is I choose the next fork, sweet Lord.

(Letter #3,330)

I am the lone tree.

Do I give shade? Do I mark the way?

Even in solitude can I be your channel, Lord.

(Letter #3,329)