Will you guide me, Lord? Let me wait before you, at every juncture, until I see the way clearly.

In stillness, in waiting, let me see this as guidance too.

Guide me, Lord.

(Letter #3,964)

If I awaken trembling in fear, does this mean I am afflicted? Is worry the same as calamity?

Lord, let my fear be extinguished. Let me see it for the mist it is — unreal and insubstantial.

You will be with me; you will provide.

Today there is no woe. Let me be willing to see.

(Letter #3,963)

I endured yesterday, is not today now the gift? And yet I awaken with teeth gnashing.

Grant me fresh eyes to see around me, all that is already blooming and multiplying.

Undeserved grace.

(Letter #3,962)

I wait silently before you, Lord. Will you speak to me? Give a sign or direction?

The silence is its own message: stay on path. This is the way, that you are already on, my child.

Sitting silently, awaiting you. What more could be asked?

All is well.

(Letter #3,961)