You knock, yet do I allow you in, Lord?

Alone and worrying, i scarcely notice you at the door.

Open my eyes and make me aware, dear Lord. Rescue is nigh. Give me ears to hear, eyes to see.

(Letter #3,947)

Drop by drop, the space between each footfall accumulates into a reservoir.

Let me attend to the ways I get from here to there, that even my in between movements are made with care.

The goal is not the goal. The way is the goal.

(Letter #3,946)

This safe haven, this refuge — from what are these quiet rooms an escape?

Why do I need retreat? Your grace rains down on me wherever I am.

Let me set aside what I never needed, Lord, thankful for the constant power you provide.

(Letter #3,945)

The indescribable peace of being home.

The candle in the window.

The warmth of the hearth.

Let me be home, Lord.

(Letter #3,944)