Surely your plans for me today are not the same as my own. You are the Lord of Surprises, outstripping my meager imagination.
I plan to paint the fence; you bring rains and instead I rediscover myself meditating in darkened rooms.
I plan travel to a distant town; on the way I meet needy neighbors, stop to comfort, and so avoid calamity that awaited.
Grant me willingness, Lord, to love your surprises.
(Letter #4040)