This weight I carry in a heavy sack — is it in fact a rare treasure?

Knock, you said, and the door will open. But I stand as before a wall, arms at my sides.

Grant me eyes to see rightly today, Lord. The world brims with beauty and search for the greys.

(Letter #3,458)

The way is clear and well lit. Why do I pretend it is hidden? Why feign ignorance?

Even as I start, I distract myself and wander.

Grant me an orderly march, Lord.

(Letter #3,457)

I awaken, and begin making choices about my day, my path, my deeds.

The storms blow and overcome my plans. The sun shines and the spring changes my mood.

At day’s end, I had no idea I would be at this oasis. My choices would have led me far from here.

This world is yours, Lord, whether I admit it or not.

(Letter #3,456)

Every need, met with supply.

Supply sufficient to the day.

No lack; yet, too, no excess.

My difficulties will be removed. My worries, then, are rebellion.

Let me trust, Lord, in grateful obedience.

(Letter #3,455)