Do not hide the way, O Lord!

I meet you at the fork. It is difficult enough to choose from the paths I see. Is one secret?

Make my choices plain, Lord.

(Letter #3,968)

Can I live this day without grasping?

Grasping for solace, grasping for relief, grasping for ease.

I pin my hopes on grace, on renewed resources, on intercession — what if these do not come as and when I wish?

The sun will rise on easy days and hard. Dawn comes.

Let me give thanks for dawn.

(Letter #3,967)

A pause of rest between chores.

A pause between moments of joy.

Which am I in?

Is there a difference?

Let me recognize joy when it visits me, Lord.

(Letter #3,966)

All is well.

This dawn, this morning, this is the message.

All is already well, if only I will say yes.

Thank you, Lord.

Yes.

(Letter #3,965)