Awaken me, Lord, to your ongoing grace. Undeserved, unexpected.

Found resources when the store rooms go bare. The words to say in a challenging time. A closed door protecting me from my own choices.

Your love, expressed as rescue. Grant me eyes to see it.

(Letter #2,781)

Are you training me or testing me, O Lord? Grant me equanimity, let the fields of labor and of battle be the same. Upon each, let me seek to be useful.

There is no victory but that over self. Let me seek and do your will today.

(Letter #2,780)

I learned to seek you, spurred by woe.

You made yourself known, bit by bit.

Now, on desert days, I seek again. But, the gift: I recall having found you, and know you will allow it again. This lonely walk, it is just a piece of a longer path.

Sustain me, Lord, even on such a gray march.

(Letter #2,779)

Power flows in. Do I squander it?

On the shore, I build sandcastles that will wash away with the tide. In the forest, I lay traps that will be falsely sprung. On the plains, I build shelter that will be blown down by winds.

Lord, let me build permanence. The stone tower light, which will be a benefit to all travelers, is formed bit by bit. Grant me perseverance, day by day by day.

(Letter #2,778)

The one sheep, lost. Do you smile upon it like the rest of the flock?

Sun shines on all, even those who wander through overgrown meadows. It is not limited to my carefully kept yards.

Those meadows are not mine to reclaim. The sheep not mine to pursue.

Let me tend this garden. Grant me trust in your grace for others, Lord.

(Letter #2.777)

Morning chores. Dawn spreads and light hits the pond. What if I were not here, would the grounds yet thrive?

Fences need fixing; brush clearing.

I live on your lands, dear Lord. What treasure you entrust to me. Look! My neighbors, they equally hold necessary duties. Together this place is maintained a paradise.

Let us attend to our tasks while the sun climbs in the sky. Soon enough it will be time to rest together and reflect on your providence.

Thy will be done, for all is well.

(Letter #2,776)

You who raised mountains and sent rains, flung stars across the night and stirred the winds, you who are my special friend and constant companion, your power now is equal to your power then.

I worry over such small matters when I have at my side the maker of worlds.

Grant me awareness, Lord, of all I already can do.

(Letter #2,775)

A wounded creature at the edge of the forest. Dawn hits it as I pass. Does it want my help to heal?

Perhaps I can leave food nearby. I can clear a path to the stream.

Lord, guide my thoughts and hands today, to help where I can as you would have me. Let me do your will only.

(Letter #2,774)

You made the world and you put me in it. I fill a role you long ago created.

You made this day and designed its challenges and joys. The obstacles are equally part of the plan.

Even in trial, let me feel your loving wind at my back.

(Letter #2,773)

Today, one stone of many. It is not a single stone that builds the wall, but the many together.

Nothing remarkable about this one moment, but added one to another to another and a whole life may be built.

We are what we repeatedly do. Let me seek and do your will today, Lord.

(Letter #2,772)