Cloak after garment, let me shed, until I stand bare before the world, under the sun.

From this clear beginning foundation will emerge a mighty tower.

Today the work is clearing.

(Letter #4002)

On a bare plane, wind whipped and bright sun at noon: let me come face to face with myself, see myself with truth.

You have given me nowhere to hide, Lord, that I may see more clearly.

Thank you, Lord, for truth.

(Letter #4001)

What is beneath the foundations of the world, beneath even your everlasting arms?

Support, all the way down, never ending.

How, then, could the day’s pathway fail?

Let me walk without worry, Lord, even through the busiest storms.

(Letter #4000)

Are your plans my plans? Can I bring my thoughts into alignment with yours?

No matter how I struggle, the sun will rise and later set.

Let me walk the road you have laid for me.

(Letter #3999)