Am I huddled by a dwindling fire, or peering into embers for wisdom? Looking from afar, none could tell.

There is nothing unfolding in the day, Lord, upon which your light has not already shone.

Let my shivering be the anticipation of a racehorse.

(Letter #3998)

My troubles — light and momentary.

My feet — those of a deer.

You have made me for a time such as this.

Are you training me, or using me, Lord?

(Letter #3997)

The joy I seek will sneak up upon me, I know. Yet I go looking for it.

Turn my attention to contributing, Lord. Let me add to the world.

Let your rewards creep towards me unseen.

(Letter #3996)

The sun will rise today just the once; I will see noon and evening only once as well.

Let me not rehearse and walk through past and future needlessly.

Let me live today.

(Letter #3995)