Drop by drop, the space between each footfall accumulates into a reservoir.

Let me attend to the ways I get from here to there, that even my in between movements are made with care.

The goal is not the goal. The way is the goal.

(Letter #3,946)

This safe haven, this refuge — from what are these quiet rooms an escape?

Why do I need retreat? Your grace rains down on me wherever I am.

Let me set aside what I never needed, Lord, thankful for the constant power you provide.

(Letter #3,945)

The indescribable peace of being home.

The candle in the window.

The warmth of the hearth.

Let me be home, Lord.

(Letter #3,944)

In the dawn, I heard your whisper, Lord. All is well, all is well.

A child, I cling to your reassurance.

I have been working hard to earn your praise; little did I recall that your grace pours out over all of us. You do not love me more if my rooms are tidy and my walkway swept.

All is well, all is well.

Let me remember.

(Letter #3,943)

Who knows what turns this path will contain, but the day will end in sunset. Tomorrow will begin as today did: with a dawn.

Let me then, Lord, walk with care and take in the moment. This time between dawn and dusk is all I have of this day. This present moment.

(Letter #3,942)

If I am a candle, then I glow for others. Of what use is a single, unseen flame? You made me, Lord, to shine your light.

Let me accept the spark that lights me, let me accept the mantle upon which I am set.

Let me glow.

(Letter #3,941)

What did I plan? Now the time has come, and I waver.

Ought I redouble my efforts? Open myself to new ideas? Await a sign?

Enter my will, Lord, and guide this ship.

(Letter #3,940)

Calamity may await outside, but here in this room it has not yet touched.

The floor needs sweeping; the baseboards washing. Hold my hand, Lord, balm for my woes, while I mop. Even as a sword dangles overhead, let me turn to simple chores.

Let me then greet the outside day with an orderly heart. Let me make space for you, Lord, to hold fast my hand even in tumult.

(Letter #3,939)

You will choose the day and hour of rescue, Lord, I need but trust.

When the deluge strikes, and the worries rise, can I feel you near and recall your promise?

O let me feel your embrace, Lord, and grant me greater faith. You are coming, you are already here.

(Letter #3,938)

Lord, you have made me for this day, and this day for me. Let me fit myself to the day and the task.

(Letter #3,937)