Path after path, each winding in different ways. One to the woods; one to the meadow; one to the village square.

My path: to you, Lord.

Which way will you lead me?

(Letter #3,794)

The sea accepts the river in any state.

You accept me, as broken as I am.

Lead me through this day, Lord, building and rebuilding me. Let me let go to you.

Your will, thy will. Let it be done.

(Letter #3,793)

Take rest, weary one. Nothing will reach you.

Lord, let me know true rest under your grace.

(Letter #3,792)

Pressed down; lifted up.

Without the weight, I might fly away, the ground presses up so hard.

Lord, let me be thankful for push and pull.

(Letter #3,791)