A pause of rest between chores.

A pause between moments of joy.

Which am I in?

Is there a difference?

Let me recognize joy when it visits me, Lord.

(Letter #3,966)

All is well.

This dawn, this morning, this is the message.

All is already well, if only I will say yes.

Thank you, Lord.

Yes.

(Letter #3,965)

Will you guide me, Lord? Let me wait before you, at every juncture, until I see the way clearly.

In stillness, in waiting, let me see this as guidance too.

Guide me, Lord.

(Letter #3,964)

If I awaken trembling in fear, does this mean I am afflicted? Is worry the same as calamity?

Lord, let my fear be extinguished. Let me see it for the mist it is — unreal and insubstantial.

You will be with me; you will provide.

Today there is no woe. Let me be willing to see.

(Letter #3,963)

I endured yesterday, is not today now the gift? And yet I awaken with teeth gnashing.

Grant me fresh eyes to see around me, all that is already blooming and multiplying.

Undeserved grace.

(Letter #3,962)

I wait silently before you, Lord. Will you speak to me? Give a sign or direction?

The silence is its own message: stay on path. This is the way, that you are already on, my child.

Sitting silently, awaiting you. What more could be asked?

All is well.

(Letter #3,961)

Is this a day of celebration, Lord? Or of waiting?

The sun rises no matter the doings — and no way to know the shape of the day until it is formed.

Let me seek your will even at a gray dawn, Lord.

(Letter #3,960)

Distracted by the world — this, too, is your plan for me, Lord. It would not happen were it not your will.

The paths that go where I did not intend, let me enjoy even those and walk them with vigor.

Your will before mine, Lord.

(Letter #3,959)

Even on the neediest days, there is enough to reach its end.

But is this your true gift?

Let me reach a state beyond want and worry, true trust and faith in your grace.

Let me seek and do your will.

I have but to yield.

(Letter #3,958)

When did I awaken? I emerged from sleep bit by bit, when did the threshold get crossed?

I only know that once I was not, but now I am awake to you, Lord.

Let me not worry over the unknowable — but live gratefully, accepting the grace you have given me.

(Letter #3,957)