Am I grateful for these feet, this ground? How do I show it?

Do I recognize grace? Who could tell?

Let my gratitude live in action, Lord.

Let it be seen.

(Letter #3,786)

I do battle with the growing weeds and choking vines.

In the garden, in the fields, in my self.

Why, Lord, have I joined this fray? Can I grow with the vine and not against?

The current sweeps us all on the same direction, I need not struggle.

(Letter #3,785)

When is it time, Lord?

For a kind greeting?

For a gentle smile?

For thankful words?

Is it now, Lord? Why have I been withholding for so long?

Let your grace rain down upon me, flow through me, and help the passersby.

And let me give a gentle smile.

(Letter #3,784)

Surrounded by distraction, let me sense my own breath, Lord.

Let me sense the ground underfoot.

Let me sense the fellows who crowd around.

Let me sense your grace that brought me here.

(Letter #3,783)

Daybreak, noon, nightfall.

Repeat.

My changeable ways, writ on unchanging stone. Each day new, yet not.

Be with me again, Lord.

(Letter #3,782)

Yesterday was I filled with dread and foreboding — today I greet the dawn with wonder and joyful anticipation.

What changed? The same sun greets me. I am the changing one.

Tomorrow, let me remember today.

(Letter #3,781)

The path twists, yet my pace and steps remain regular. Wind whips, I am untouched.

O protector! What grace came that I merit such treatment? While all drop around me, I yet stand.

Let me give thanks.

(Letter #3,780)