Yesterday’s burden, discarded by the roadside. It beckons.

Grant me a forward path today, Lord.

Grant that I may walk away from yesterday and into the sun.

Let not the beckoning call me.

(Letter #3,982)

Walking, fresh dawn, into the sun.

Shadow behind me, bright day ahead.

I have overcome enough to now be outside my door. I have begun.

Will each morn be thus?

Let me drink in the sunshine, the day, the path on which I walk. Let me drink in the grace that guides each step.

(Letter #3,981)