I bring you jars to fill, Lord.

Be with me, let me be still before your peace and power. Let me grow in your presence.

I am an empty vessel; I cannot fill myself.

(Letter #3,949)

Increase. Overflow. Bounty.

When the crops grow, all feels well. I have excess to give.

Can I equally give, Lord, in times of meager stores? Is this what you ask of me?

Let me give and give again.

(Letter #3,948)

These paths I walk day and night, how surprised I was to learn they are all within me. The outer way is straight and simple, yet following my own course, the way branches and branches again until I am turned around.

Let me follow a simpler path, Lord. Let me listen for your voice, and let it guide me.

(Letter #3,947)

Morning at the doorstep, fresh dew and gentle bright sky.

Last night’s wind is past. My fist, my jaw — unclenched.

Nothing has changed; everything has changed. A new outlook along an old road. A new me.

Lord, awaken me even amongst the familiar pathways.

(Letter #3,946)

When fear goes, what is left?

Is peace simply the absence of war?

Let me walk one step further on the path, away from self-seeking, away from prideful independence, past trust — to faith.

Past neutrality — to love.

Past dependence — to abandon.

Let me walk all the way to you, Lord.

(Letter #3,945)

Chained to my self, how can I break free?

Could it be the door is open, I need but walk through? That the shackles are imaginary?

Let me live freely today, Lord.

(Letter #3,944)

Progress each day, even when the path folds back on itself.

Even when the distance traveled is just a few steps.

Even when I reach for your hand and feel nothing. You are there, letting me learn to stand on my own feet.

Progress, each day.

(Letter #3,943)

Imaginary burdens. So heavy while in hand, so light on the ground. So unnecessary to carry.

Let me drop this weight, Lord.

(Letter #3,942)

What does it mean, Lord, to live with you? To dwell at length?

My thoughts keep churning and churning, taking me away and away. Is this what rebellion looks like?

Let me simply rest here, protected in your arms.

(Letter #3,941)

Grey daybreak. The sun above the clouds.

Even if I do not see, joy is showered upon the land.

Grant me faith, Lord.

(Letter #3,940)