The tool must be sharp before it can be used to good effect. The walls must be reinforced ere the winds come.

Let this be a day of honing, Lord. Let me be willing to become a sharpened instrument.

(Letter #3986)

From the smallest to the largest things, Lord, do you aid me. A cluttered room — I have wherewithal to tidy. Depleted resources — increase comes. Illness — healing.

If everything is possible, grant me a directed mind. Let me turn my attention to your will.

Let me let go my thoughts, that I may hear your small voice more clearly.

(Letter #3,985)

I have mapped out my way — the path to a summit I crave. The day dawns and I am ready to set out.

You direct my steps, Lord. Where will I end up? There may be a digression without my even knowing.

I thought I would spend the night at camp; yet you have brought me back home.

(Letter #3,984)

Winter. Yet within, my heart quickens. Is this the day of revelation? For whom or what do I wait?

Could I have known this power all along?

Now, with strong heart, show me your will.

(Letter #3,983)