Now, in the quiet dawn, I lean toward you and you visit. Beset by worry, you are my balm in the cool morning.

While I am now comforted, is this truly when I need you? In this idle hour?

In the midst of action, when strength and will are called for — then is my need. Visit me at noon, Lord. Grant that I remember to call upon you then.

(Letter #4076)

On a small boat, pushed by the winds to new lands. Yet, still must I row.

We cannot simply hope to drift ashore, even now.

You have brought me here, Lord. Let me walk where you would have me go.

(Letter #4075)

The air is coldest before dawn, not at midnight. Morning comes suddenly, with singing birds.

Who knows how close they are to revolution? From here, the way out seems so long, but it may be just moments.

Let me keep walking.

(Letter #4074)

From hazardous ways through mire and bramble, you brought me to safety.

Once safe, you secured my footing on solid rock.

Secure, you now guide me on the right path.

Let me stay on this new way. Let me not find myself again in bramble.

Is this not a story of the ages? Let me share the news of deep and permanent rescue.

(Letter #4073)

A well worn path, that I myself have taken many times. So familiar to me and my fellows. My plan? To walk it today.

Will the rains have washed away the trail? Must I find a new way along the cliffside?

Let me approach even the simplest road with fresh eyes, Lord, taking each fork and turn anew. How can I know what the weather will allow? Let me be open to your grace.

(Letter #4072)

The fever dreams of the night before, now given way to calm dawn.

Did I have faith, through the long night? Did I expect grace?

Tonight, Lord, now having lived through the night before, let me meet fear with faith.

(Letter #4071)

At a base camp, I watch so many travelers set out for the summit. Climber after climber, struggling to walk, to breathe, to achieve.

The time at the summit is fleeting and the way brooks no error.

Am I waiting my turn to join a line of hunched figures fighting upward?

Let me awaken from my fever dreams of glory, Lord. Why not live in the valley and enjoy the streams and forest?

Let me make a better choice today.

(Letter #4070)

You have drawn me with loving kindness, Lord. Have you not, too, drawn the rest of the world the same? Why, then, do I expect such onslaught? Why make ready for war?

Walking the shore, let me look for signs of love and support. Driftwood to burn. A level spot to sleep. An overflowing net.

The day may well end in peace. Let me look forward to it.

(Letter #4069)

My intended path goes on way; the road another. Will I walk through bramble, headstrong and bluster? Follow the road, trusting its makers?

Or will I sit unmoving, mulish and sullen?

A storm comes. I am exposed. Let me walk on, Lord, giving myself over to you. There will be shelter on the way.

(Letter #4068)

Like a wounded animal, I curl around myself. Hiding from the dawn.

First they will bind my injuries. Then the wounds will heal. Then, new life and strength. Stronger than before.

Need I wait? Why not now?

Let me blink awake and go out with energy, Lord. I was made for this.

(Letter #4067)