Ford the river; it is never the same water.

Bring healing step by step; it is never the same grace that is needed.

Each day new; each fellow unique; each meadow its own.

Let me shed peace, Lord.

(Letter #3,375)

Practice in the small things.

Let me practice stepping lightly, grasping gently, speaking softly.

Move with care, think with care, breathe with care.

Painstaking. Let each next step be perfectly placed. Goal never reached yet always approached. Taking pains.

Let the small things become big things, Lord.

(Letter #3,374)

Lord of moments, each arranged with care and precision.

I run through the field leaving a trail of bent grass. Each blade is known to you, though I scarcely see my own path when I look back.

Grant me stillness to notice the things in this moment, Lord.

(Letter #3,373)

Chill in the air, what could warm me on this open plain?

Your sweet words whispered, your guiding hand in mind.

Protected, warmed by grace and love.

Let me be worthy of the day, Lord.

(Letter #3,372)