In quiet retreat, morning dawn, making ready for the day. This time, this room, these books, this chair are the means by which I walk toward you, Lord.

None of this is needed; you are there even in chaos. The morning peace makes it easier to feel you near.

You have granted me time to prepare, yet one day you may ask me to run before I feel ready. Let me then use this time well.

(Letter #3,431)

Morning chores. They need doing regardless of the news from town.

Town activity. The day flows on, no matter the pasture fences that need repair.

Can I live, Lord, in all the worlds through which I move? Are you with me, with us, in all?

(Letter #3,430)

You built me not to be shut away but to walk in the sun and the rain through your world, telling the others of your peace.

Grace powers me. What are you already doing for me? Let me start there.

(Letter #3,429)

A long road, winding in and out of view, sure obstacles in the path.

Need I worry about the difficulties of tomorrow? How can I be sure the obstacles will still be there when i meet them?

Let tomorrow take care of tomorrow. You are taking care of me here and now, Lord.

(Letter #3,428)