Is this a day of celebration, Lord? Or of waiting?

The sun rises no matter the doings — and no way to know the shape of the day until it is formed.

Let me seek your will even at a gray dawn, Lord.

(Letter #3,960)

Distracted by the world — this, too, is your plan for me, Lord. It would not happen were it not your will.

The paths that go where I did not intend, let me enjoy even those and walk them with vigor.

Your will before mine, Lord.

(Letter #3,959)

Even on the neediest days, there is enough to reach its end.

But is this your true gift?

Let me reach a state beyond want and worry, true trust and faith in your grace.

Let me seek and do your will.

I have but to yield.

(Letter #3,958)

When did I awaken? I emerged from sleep bit by bit, when did the threshold get crossed?

I only know that once I was not, but now I am awake to you, Lord.

Let me not worry over the unknowable — but live gratefully, accepting the grace you have given me.

(Letter #3,957)