It was a dawn like every other. Yet today the air hums with energy and my pulse has quickened. What miracle is about to unfold?

With cupboard bare, let me feast on surprise!

Who can know the gifts around each corner?

(Letter #3,359)

Awake, I am awake.

Alive, I am alive.

Is there better news possible?

Walk, wide open meadow, willing attention.

I am awake.

(Letter #3,358)

You are already here in this place. Already with me, no matter upon which stone I lay my head.

Rescue, relief will come — it is not whether, but when and how.

Already here, how did I not know?

Thy will be done.

(Letter #3,357)

An oak standing alone, wind whipping around.

A light set sturdy above crashing waves on rocks, storms throwing spray.

You strengthen my back, that I may carry loads for my fellows, that I may withstand adverse conditions and provide relief.

The frightened will find shelter under the oak; the light will guide the tired mariners away.

Thank you, Lord. I am willing and ready for more.

(Letter #3,356)