Within this hour, all is well. I am whole. The next hour will be the same. And the one that follows.

Tomorrow may bring new treasure, or collapse and upended plans. It is not here, though, in this hour in which all is well.

Lord, what causes me to seek you so deeply? Is it soothing comfort? Privation? Discipline? Joy?

In this hour, you sit with me. I feel you near. You will be with me now, and the next moment and the next.

Lord, all is well. I believe you.

(Letter #1,874)

Frightened at what the day may bring, I view myself impoverished and weak. The truth is that this day dawns like the one before it. I have, here around me, all I need for the march. And yet I fret so.

My doubt is rebellion. Let instead my faith grow. Let me see the safety I already have. Let assurance grow in me.

Let my fear disperse like mist.

Like sunshine, Lord, speak faith over me.

(Letter #1,873)

Let me see plenty where I saw lack. Let me have strength where I was weak. You set for me difficult tasks, that I may more fully rely on faith in you.

In drought, let me thank you for the water that soon enough will flow.

(Letter #1,872)

A crowd mills outside my door. They murmur and call me to act. Will I greet them with kindness? Will I empty my shelves to feed them?

O Lord, I cower and see them as assailants. Open my eyes, that I might see friends and not enemies, fellows and not thieves.

Let me give and give and give again.

(Letter #1,871)

Let me be a demonstration for my fellows. Of your providence, of your path, of your love.

As I perform these tasks and dispatch these chores, let me display cheerfulness. As I set my home in order let me display diligence. As I lay myself open to the criticism of my foes, let me display love.

Lord, let me reflect the joy of your way of life.

(Letter #1,870)

Your power starts in my feet and travels up through my limbs. My back is strong, my gaze clear. I am alert. My being is alive and present.

Lord, such a gift you grant me.

Yet I wish for more, grasping for trinkets and debris. Like a child, I long for piles of toys, which soon enough I will forget.

Let me walk through these lands, empty-handed and smiling.

(Letter #1,869)

You are the motive force behind this world. You cause things to grow.

Let me unleash your power, dear Lord. Let me align myself with inexorable growth.

(Letter #1,868)