Chirping as I make my early morning rounds through the village. The woods just past market square are home to so many.

The town sleeps, yet others are long awake.

Who is early? Who late?

The rising sun will shine on us all shortly.

(Letter #3,923)

If yesterday sat before me, what would it say?

If tomorrow?

I will awaken living in today, Lord, so grant me the wherewithal to walk through it.

Yesterday, tomorrow, they will speak anon.

(Letter #3,922)

An uncoiled spring.

Can it lift what it must?

Will it wind again?

Is it enough just to breathe out?

Apprehend me by your grace.

(Letter #3,921)

Work, rest. Refreshment and replenishment. More energy, then, for more service to the world.

Rest again.

A cycle from you, to me, to the world, and again.

Let me walk today with sturdy back and shoulders, replenished and refreshed. From you, to me, to the world.

(Letter #3,920)

I began unformed, an idea, and you gave me shape, and form.

Each morning, now, the chance to further become.

Grant me continuing change, Lord. Let growth not stop at yesterday’s mark.

(Letter #3,919)

Did you plan this, Lord?

The day could not have been better designed. Let me approach it willingly.

Grant me acceptance.

(Letter #3,918)

Will I ever be sufficient to these tasks? It is not weakness but doubt that plagues me.

Turning to you, Lord, I see how trivial were my worries.

Turning to you, Lord, I see how upright can I walk, that none may place more burdens on my back.

Dawn and new beginnings.

(Letter #3,917)

Here, where I woke, is this home?

Or is it at the end of this journey?

Do I pine for return or deliverance?

O Lord! Let the sunrise warm my face, let the path be the path.

(Letter #3,916)

My own soul, as invisible as you, Lord.

Walk out my door — resplendent sky, glimmering dew, soothing mist. Am I looking at you?

What, then, can be seen of my own spirit?

(Letter #3,915)

Lighter steps.

Lighter troubles.

Lighter heart.

Lighter skies.

Buoy me, Lord.

(Letter #3,914)