Sitting in a cool stream, slow soothing water flowing by. My fists unclench and I can relax.

But the power even of this creek! It has dug this channel through which it bubbles. It has smoothed the stones over which it flows. Downstream, this same water rushes through mighty rapids.

Soft and quiet power.

Let me drink it in, Lord.

(Letter #3,470)

Fearful, I await they day.

What will happen? Will I fail? What will they say?

You have prepared the way and removed insurmountable obstacles. Why, then, worry over words?

I am enough. You made me enough.

Let me live thankfully then.

(Letter #3,469)

I was seeking, Lord, and you found me.

Even now, I seek, as if I have forgotten you.

Where did you go? How can I know you again? Will you come back to me?

Knock, you say, and the door will open.

Let me remember, this has happened before.

(Letter #3,468)

That one thing, held tight, that I will never relinquish.

You come, friend, and in the cool morning mist whisper in my ear, give it.

My grasping hand opens. Another treasure, over to your care.

I miss none of what I once had.

What was I guarding so closely?

(Letter #3,467)