How many moments in the day? How many times need I renew trust in you, Lord?

You are the power that causes roots to grow inexorably, breaking stone paths to rubble. You are the locomotive driving the heavy train to market. You are the wind at my back, ever pressing this fallen leaf forward as my feet falter.

I distract myself; I lose the thread; I wander. Each moment a chance to regain the path, to seek again your will.

Thank you for inexhaustible grace, Lord.

(Letter #3,435)

I awoke, ready for worry — yet it did not come.

I was ready for calamity — and peace instead held sway.

I marshaled resources for battle — none attacked.

Could it be, Lord, that you want nothing for me but joy and ease?

Let me adjust my outlook to the world around me, true grace.

(Letter #3,434)

Worry crept in through the night; how shall I seek you when now wracked with dread?

You are here with me even when my heart pounds and my mouth is dry, here holding my hand.

Let me breathe, Lord, and feel you with me.

(Letter #3,433)

Atop this light house I live, tending the workings. I serve the light, the light guides the ships, the ships bring goods, the land and people prosper.

Such a weight on lonely shoulders! If I shirk, it all falls apart.

Or so I think. The ships know their own way, the light I tend is old, a museum, and commerce flows to other ports which feed us.

Grant me grace to let go, Lord.

(Letter #3,432)