I draw near to you. Your nearness will return.

I knock. You will answer again.

Hope. Repetition, entreaty, again.

I come to you, Lord, over and over, and never am I turned away. You refuse none.

Hope.

(Letter #3,367)

Today it is my turn to give. Today is the day of service.

Lord, let me give, serve. Let me try to do your will.

(Letter #3,366)

Set apart, for sacred use.

This time, set apart.

This cushion, set apart.

This life, set apart.

Let me revere these times, this place, Lord. They are nothing ordinary.

Set apart.

(Letter #3,365)

Clouds and chill descend, and yet I set out walking. Feet crunch frozen leaves.

The dawn spreads slowly as I go from garden plot to barn. Are all the creatures well? I worry over what I might see.

And yet — no trouble here. My worries unfounded. Slipping away as the sun mounts.

Thank you, Lord, for this simple morning.

(Letter #3,364)