Asleep on a stone pillow, I awaken today to the possibility of another miracle.

Yesterday, rescue in the nick of time. Why not today?

Surely you, Lord, are in this place, and I was not aware.

Grant me soothing awareness of your grace.

(Letter #3,956)

I have seen many dawns come and go. They are all the same, yet each brought a different day.

After so long, can I trust that the sun will rise again tomorrow? Is there grounds to doubt?

Grant me faith, Lord.

(Letter #3,955)

As I sit here, hoping to feel your hand in mine, thoughts intrude: of the day, of my worries, of trouble.

If I seek oneness with you, union, my wandering mind is what blocks it.

Save me, Lord, save me from distraction.

(Letter #3,954)

You look into my heart, what potential do you see? Whom did you create me to be?

I react and react, following the paths laid down with little thought. At the forks, let me pause and discern.

Whom did you create me to be, Lord? Am I walking in the direction of your vision?

Let me walk toward your voice, Lord.

(Letter #3,953)

Awake by the lakeside. Faint and wanting, like the multitudes.

Give ye me to eat, Lord, as you said before.

Grant me faith, Lord, in your grace. You have not yet failed me.

(Letter #3,952)

Alone, to where could I now flee? I am face to face with who I am.

Crushed under weight, mulish in my obstinacy, how can I bear it?

Let me call out to you. Rescue me from my burdens.

Rescue me from my self.

Bring me face to face with your grace.

(Letter #3,951)

The dawn re-forms each morning; after having been dispelled by noon. The sun scorches the land; it all must be restored overnight.

Each morning, I gather myself together like mist and hope it adds up to something.

Lord, grant me substance.

Strengthen my frame, later, in the bright sunlight.

(Letter #3,950)

Alone, alone in the morn. Alone before the looming day.

How could I not be grateful for all you have given, all you have taken? I am a bare bulb, shining into the dark.

Bright as you made me, the sun will o’erpower me before the day’s chores are even begun.

The shadows disappear and I can see.

How could I not be grateful?

(Letter #3,949)

This trouble from which I run — you made it for me.

The mire from which I seek to rise — made by you.

How will you rescue me? Let me trust that it will come.

Grant me eyes to see, Lord, your hand in even that which I would flee.

(Letter #3,948)

You knock, yet do I allow you in, Lord?

Alone and worrying, i scarcely notice you at the door.

Open my eyes and make me aware, dear Lord. Rescue is nigh. Give me ears to hear, eyes to see.

(Letter #3,947)