I was on a narrow, craggy track, winding along cliffsides.

You widened my path and made the ground firm. I now stroll through meadows. The way is roomy.

Am I to take pride in these changed circumstances? This ease is a gift, grace – it came undeserved and it can be lost.

Thank you, Lord, for your peace. Let me share with others your ways.

(Letter #2,747)

In a secret place, you made me.

The path of my days was set before my first dawn.

Power hums through the world, I walk roads with you by my side.

This joy of life, open to all, let all feel it.

Let us walk in power, these brothers and sisters, your children, dear Lord.

We are fearfully and wonderfully made. We are yours.

(Letter #2,746)

Here in the quiet, with you, there are no demands and no recriminations.

Here in the quiet, is love.

Let my soul rest, let ease creep in. Restore me, here in the quiet.

(Letter #2,745)

Life is flowing back.

The part of me that was numb now revives. A limb, tingling, awakening.

Lord, I believe. I believe again.

Thy will be done today.

(Letter #2,744)

So week, ill-prepared, ill-suited to the tasks I face.

Lord, will you enter my heart, strengthen my will, grant me courage?

Above all, give me faith, Lord. You have rescued me so many times before, how could you not do so again?

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,743)

Peering out from my rooms, I fear the day. Will I get what I want? Will trouble rain down? Will calamity strike?

But you have already ordered of the world, laid the paths, numbered my steps.

I need but walk out to meet the day.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,742)

These flaws in me, which I seek to improve – my pride, my self-pity, my judgment, my doubt – will you take them away?

I play architect, yet you are the potter and I the clay. Re-form me, Lord.

Grant me equanimity.

Let me live content in all circumstances. Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,741)

If you are with me unto the end of my days, then surely you are with me now. Today, you are with me.

Let me see you in the glint of light on a pond, in the rustle of leaves as a goldfinch hops from a branch.

Let the sun warm the nape of my neck in my hours of labor.

Be with me today, Lord.

(Letter #2,740)

My greatest field of labor is within myself.

In all my ways, Lord, let me acknowledge you. Make my paths straight and my ways true.

The sun shines. Power flows. I will live in the sunshine today.

(Letter #2,739)

I walk, I seek. Are you also seeking me?

Is my walking to be a march, rigid and regimented? A wander, aimless and meandering?

Let me run with joy through new meadows, Lord. Let this be the day’s march.

Find me at the end of it.

(Letter #2,738)