If I am last onto the ferry, I still cross the river no later than the rest. Why, then, do I shove ahead in line?

There is always room for another. Let me give way graciously today.

(Letter #4021)

Another dawn, another day.

Light spreads across the meadow and I cower, as if hoping the advancing shadow line will not reach me. Sunlight brings the rush of the day, which brings with it worry over what may yet be. Am I up to my tasks? Will a new challenge arise for which I am ill-prepared?

But the meadow sits, slowly brightening. Glory and beauty awaken while I hide behind a hedge.

You have laid out a path for me, Lord. Its course is known and the steep spots have stairs.

I am up to the journey, Lord, bestir me that I may cease this hiding.

(Letter #4020)

Worries over the coming day. Surely you will come to me and support me when I falter. This you did yesterday, and the day before.

I never believed; yet now I do. Is this some virtue of mine? Or do I merely recognize my own experience?

I tried to act as one who believes, and you revealed yourself to me!

Let me have faith today, Lord, as one who has seen and seen again your miracles.

(Letter #4019)

The day seems speeding forward even before the dawn is complete. Is this not illusion brought about by my own frantic thoughts?

Lord, let me breathe you in, and soothe my frayed nerves. Let me breathe out worry and woe.

Let the dawn complete its work; let me be still while the day awakes.

(Letter #4018)