Morning at the doorstep, fresh dew and gentle bright sky.

Last night’s wind is past. My fist, my jaw — unclenched.

Nothing has changed; everything has changed. A new outlook along an old road. A new me.

Lord, awaken me even amongst the familiar pathways.

(Letter #3,946)

When fear goes, what is left?

Is peace simply the absence of war?

Let me walk one step further on the path, away from self-seeking, away from prideful independence, past trust — to faith.

Past neutrality — to love.

Past dependence — to abandon.

Let me walk all the way to you, Lord.

(Letter #3,945)

Chained to my self, how can I break free?

Could it be the door is open, I need but walk through? That the shackles are imaginary?

Let me live freely today, Lord.

(Letter #3,944)

Progress each day, even when the path folds back on itself.

Even when the distance traveled is just a few steps.

Even when I reach for your hand and feel nothing. You are there, letting me learn to stand on my own feet.

Progress, each day.

(Letter #3,943)

Imaginary burdens. So heavy while in hand, so light on the ground. So unnecessary to carry.

Let me drop this weight, Lord.

(Letter #3,942)

What does it mean, Lord, to live with you? To dwell at length?

My thoughts keep churning and churning, taking me away and away. Is this what rebellion looks like?

Let me simply rest here, protected in your arms.

(Letter #3,941)