You give thanks to God for gifts already received, and this is good. But watch, that the devil does not slip in through your very thanksgiving, puffing up the heart with dreams of ease. Life is a sleep, and all its circumstances like phantoms. Riches, journeys, friendships, even the turning of a year for a friend, these are shadows that pass. Do they draw you nearer to the narrow way? Then proceed with fear and trembling, knowing the precipices on either side. Do they merely provide for the flesh, to fulfill its lusts, for wantonness and not for necessity? Then beware, for he who slumbers a little is swept away.
You ask for funds to visit a friend. Is this provision for the body to keep it in health, or to kindle a flame of soft living and idle affection? Examine it strictly. The present age is no time for relaxed journeys unless they serve the soul. The true journey is toward heaven, and it requires no coin, no long travel, no sweating labor. Only the will, earnest and wakeful, with the tongue bridled from oaths and angry reproaches. Cast off luxurious desires and the love of money; these weigh down the soul faster than any sleep. If you truly need this, God who feeds the sparrows will supply. But if it is a dream, let it fly away before you reach the other life and find your hands empty. I pray you obtain that sober watchfulness which chooses the one thing needful.