What do you look like, Lord?

In the dawn the day’s events loom. Be with me, I pray, in fear I will not know the way. I cannot know how you will arrive — will I see it? What will aid and intercession look like?

Grant me eyes to see, Lord, and a steady heart to reach out to you. 

(Letter #3,926)

If I am to conquer — where will the battle be? Do I face the world, or myself?

The greatest victory will be the one over my own will, as I let go of grasping and breathe in your peace.

Even in my sunrise rooms does this battle loom.

Come find me, Lord, and help me let go.

(Letter #3,925)

Awaken, rise. Look within.

Look again.

What do I see? Can I see myself honestly?

Can I walk a true path? Is this morning any different from yesterday?

Lord, help my feet.

(Letter #3,924)

Chirping as I make my early morning rounds through the village. The woods just past market square are home to so many.

The town sleeps, yet others are long awake.

Who is early? Who late?

The rising sun will shine on us all shortly.

(Letter #3,923)

If yesterday sat before me, what would it say?

If tomorrow?

I will awaken living in today, Lord, so grant me the wherewithal to walk through it.

Yesterday, tomorrow, they will speak anon.

(Letter #3,922)

An uncoiled spring.

Can it lift what it must?

Will it wind again?

Is it enough just to breathe out?

Apprehend me by your grace.

(Letter #3,921)

Work, rest. Refreshment and replenishment. More energy, then, for more service to the world.

Rest again.

A cycle from you, to me, to the world, and again.

Let me walk today with sturdy back and shoulders, replenished and refreshed. From you, to me, to the world.

(Letter #3,920)

I began unformed, an idea, and you gave me shape, and form.

Each morning, now, the chance to further become.

Grant me continuing change, Lord. Let growth not stop at yesterday’s mark.

(Letter #3,919)

Did you plan this, Lord?

The day could not have been better designed. Let me approach it willingly.

Grant me acceptance.

(Letter #3,918)

Will I ever be sufficient to these tasks? It is not weakness but doubt that plagues me.

Turning to you, Lord, I see how trivial were my worries.

Turning to you, Lord, I see how upright can I walk, that none may place more burdens on my back.

Dawn and new beginnings.

(Letter #3,917)