Seated, in a room, dim light.

Here, there is infinite variety and the possibility of infinite interest. Lo, see the angle of wall and floor, I have never looked so closely.

This time, before dawn. Infinite potential.

Lord, let me laugh at tomorrow, forget yesterday. This moment is infinite, this place is infinite.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #3398)

I come here not to escape but to live. On this cushion, I prepare body and mind for later tumult.

Later, under pressure, do I recall this time? My limbs are strong, is it due to diligent preparation?

Grace flows over me whether I am closeted on my knees or walking the orchards. Thank you, Lord.

(Letter #3397)

This day is unrepeatable. Let me approach it fully awake.

(Letter #3,396)

Could it be that there is no map?

Could the path be so unknown?

Nonetheless, Lord, you equip me and strengthen me as I set out. You hide the way, you hide the goal, and bid me trust. I will be enough, I am already enough, for this journey.

Who needs to know the way, when you are choosing even the choices?

(Letter #3,395)