Frost on grass.

Bundled in my warm rooms, I hesitate thinking about the brisk morning. But the chores await and the air will refresh.

Grant me willingness to enjoy what I will do anyway, Lord.

(Letter #4017)

Do I need strength, Lord, or acceptance?

Which offers the greater power?

I face a great forest to travel through. How could I overcome the challenge that rests within?

At journey’s end, will it not be discernment and care that will have allowed me to pick through the winding pathways?

Grant me acceptance.

(Letter #4016)

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)