Encampment at the base of a waterfall.

The falling water, does it have a start? Is there a story to river current?

No beginning, middle, end.

You are the hidden goal of all my searching, Lord. I go upstream in pursuit of headwaters, never to be reached.

At the waterfall, drop after drop falls like a shower of gifts.

Let me enjoy the current.

(Letter #3402)

Are you training me, testing me, using me?

Am I in battle or on the playing field?

What are the stakes?

Lord, grant me equanimity — let my effort be the same in practice as in performance.

They will be done.

(Letter #3401)

One day, in which to support and care for those around me. You have, drop by drop, filled my reservoirs of strength, and today to call me to rub balm on the wounds of the world.

One day. Is it enough? Am I enough?

Drop by drop, you have made me enough.

(Letter #3400)

I labor and struggle — building a birdhouse. My efforts so painstaking, the results so trivial.

Lord, let my work match your gifts. You shower grace upon me.

What can I build, that the world needs? Guide my hands, Lord, and make the effort worthy.

(Letter #3399)