The mind that is willing to move discovers it is led, and the blessing it speaks is the recognition that mercy was never withdrawn from it. Being in the way, simply having said yes and set out, is enough for guidance to take hold; the leading does not come to the mind that stands still but to the one already walking. What looked like the traveler's own progress was direction given from beyond the small self.
So gratitude replaces striving. The thought that took one honest step found the whole road opened before it, and it names plainly the truth it learned: willingness is met, and the mind that consents to move is brought exactly where it needs to arrive.
My master Abraham: the higher purpose the mind serves, the trusting thought whose promise the servant carries out
The house of my master's brethren: the joining the mind is led toward, the family of thought where completion is found
The way: the direction of willingness itself, the road on which the mind that has consented to move is quietly led