Does the day bring troubles or gifts?

Poverty, or the opportunity to ask of my fellows?

Frustration, or the invitation to wait?

Worry, or the necessity of living only in this day?

This grace you grant, let me do something with it.

(Letter #3,383)

The small chores of the new day; you prepared them for me, an itinerary to occupy your errant child. All the while I have a greater duty.

Who shall I meet, and how shall I carry the message you entrusted me?

I was asleep; now I am awake. Is this enough to say?

Grant me words and deeds, Lord.

(Letter #3,382)

Wind gusts across the field at dawn, and a lone figure struggles.

That was me; now I am warm at a window.

Shall I trade places with the walker? Go to help?

Let me stir from my comfort, Lord. You gave me strength for a purpose.

(Letter #3,381)

This world, this place which I once rejected and scorned, through which I stomped uncaring, now welcomes me with gentle boughs and sunshine, while I soak up the warmth with thanks.

Undeserved grace, unlooked-for relief. I spared no gratitude in my days of anger, yet now am overwhelmed with the enormity of your gentle love.

Tomorrow, can I pass it on? Today, may I make myself worthy?

Thank you for such grace, dear Lord.

(Letter #3,380)