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)

Walking with you, even through wasteland, I am at peace.

Why do I forget how near you are, even in maelstrom?

How can I show my fellows that they are nearer rescue than they fear? Such deep, churning waters — yet how close the pier!

Let me better share your grace, Lord.

(Letter #3,913)

So many moments in the day. How many choices do I make? Of which am I unaware?

Has the die been cast without my knowing?

Lord, grant me awareness of each moment, each choice, each drop of grace.

(Letter #3,912)