You made the road. You walk with me along the road. When I stray, you gently call me back to the road.

The road, this way from home to the world and back, so rarely do I think of its centrality. I simply walk.

Let me be awake, dear Lord, to all you do for me along this road.

(Letter #4015)

Supply, supply. It can come from anywhere and everywhere.

And yet I shiver, wondering what will befall me.

Springtime, buds — let me live expectantly today.

You will supply.

(Letter #4014)

An anxious morning, thoughts darting here and there, awaiting trial.

A quiet dawn, unwinding chest and relaxed breath, preparing for a day of chores.

The only difference is the inhabitant.

Let me unwind my chest and relax my breath, Lord. The dawn always can be quiet.

(Letter #4013)

Pressed by the day, my prayers are so limited. Relief from a feeling. A small success. In truth, these things will come to pass without your aid.

Why do I seek so little? You grow forests and make mountains, Lord, yet I ask you for energy to tidy my dwelling.

Let my aims be equal to your power, dear Lord.

(Letter #4012)

Over and over, I take back will and effort. Is the work of the day mine or yours, Lord?

I am a child arranging sticks and leaves. Meanwhile you provide shelter and food.

Let me see my life rightly, Lord. This weight I bear, it is but a game.

(Letter #4011)

Looking for guidance, everywhere but here before me.

Your way is plain, Lord, why do I not see it?

Or do I see, and not believe?

Let me set out walking, in faith that you are with me and the signs will be clear.

(Letter #4010)

Here on the meadow, mist dripping from bare branches. Open field, how could I know the way?

Walking, I leave dark footprints in the grasses. This is the trail. By noon, all trace will be gone.

God, who tried leaving a trail for me, now vanished? I, the bewildered one, will need to rely on you. Let me abandon myself to it.

(Letter #4009)

The way is clear, why do I dither? I look here and there, as if there were a choice to be made. But the road unfolds before me, brightly lit.

Yes there is a choice. I can stand still, I can wander in circles. I can go back. All this I can do — you leave me with perfect freedom, Lord.

But if I would walk in your ways, my wondering and waiting for guidance are simply delays.

Let me make my decision, and draw near to you, Lord.

(Letter #4008)

The days are a road, stretching back and stretching forward.

Today I walk a small portion. Even today’s march is too long to contemplate. I walk from here to that bend; from there to that tree.

Small steps become a journey. Each step counts.

Let me place each foot with attention today.

(Letter #4007)

Suffering in lack, forgetting that you, the world, supply all. Every need met.

The waterfall of tasks and worry over the time left — miracle, you make even the clocks run slow!

Grant me awareness, Lord, even as I tremble: you are supply.

(Letter #4006)