Is this the right path? I see no others along it. Did I go astray?

Is my appointed road, Lord, a solitary one?

But lo! You are with me. Can I ever then be alone?

Alone but not lonely, let me walk.

(Letter #3,443)

Am I the fine table fashioned by the maker?

Am I the tool that will allow the making of other tables?

Today, do I set myself aside for later work, or do the needy gather ‘round me? How fine, how sharp, must I be?

Let me be just enough, Lord.

(Letter #3,442)

There is no later moment — I always experience the present.

There is no distant land — I always experience where my body is.

While I am here, Lord, let me feel you here with me.

As I go, Lord, you are with me. Let me, then, cease my worry.

Grant me awareness.

(Letter #3,441)

Walking a path — all depends on this step. Set right, the next and next go on. Set carelessly, and a turned ankle will halt all progress.

This single step, let me bring a full day’s attention to it, Lord. And then to the next.

And the next.

(Letter #3,440)