Warm sun. Morning chores await, let me enjoy this time in springtime air. There will be plenty of time for worry later.

You made me to live each moment under your care, Lord. Let me do what is before me with glad heart.

Lo, the birds sing!

(Letter #4055)

I stand before the gathering dawn, arms stretched. Why am I here?

For battle? To aid the weak? To inspire the fearful? To speak truth?

Might it be, Lord, that I am here simply to tend these gardens?

Tools piled at my feet. Let me pick them up and do your will, Lord.

(Letter #4054)

Each choice must I make one by one. Pearls on a string. Steps on a walk. Moment upon moment.

A miracle, you grant me freedom for each.

Let me not decide tomorrow today, Lord.

(Letter #4053)

Feeling my way in the dark. Picking my steps slowly.

Lights on, still so much I cannot see. The air, invisible between me and the door. What is outside the exit, around the corner, equally invisible.

You, Lord, hidden from view.

Did I need the light after all?

Grant me the faith of feeling hands.

(Letter #4052)