A member of your creation. Yet wracked am I by judgment, of self and others. Are there differences in worth when it comes to your grace? Why, then, do I place some higher and lower in esteem? And why do I place myself on those rungs?

Let me love all and do your will toward all.

(Letter #3,427)

I built a fortress in the clearing; now you call me to leave it and walk the world.

When they chance on this place later, overrun, will they settle here? The ramparts may hold in cattle, the barracks may house families.

The work of war become the work of peace.

Let me abandon myself to you, Lord.

(Letter #3,426)

On what do I rely?

Solid ground underfoot. Light in the morn. A path to walk.

A lone candle before dawn. The thick dark does not extinguish nor diminish it. Can I depend on this light?

I ask and ask, only to learn I already have what I need. You are already with me.

On what, then, shall I rely?

Grace showered upon me.

(Letter #3,425)

Simple.

One thing is needed.

Standing in the meadow, the ground will not wash away in my lifetime, though nearby cliffs may crumble.

Let me act simply today, Lord.

(Letter #3,424)