From my private chaos, lead me into order. Let me find calm pastures and soothing water.

O’erwatch me, Lord, grant me inner rescue.

Let me do your will today.

(Letter #2,710)

I did not want to face difficulty – yet here it is.

I did not want woe – yet here it is.

Lord, grant me solace, let me overcome the world.

Grant me knowledge of your will for me, and the power to carry it out.

(Letter #2,709)

You made me new. Fresh, pink skin. Strong legs, arms, shoulders, back. Supple limbs.

I was weary but you bid me rest. Now I am ready to roam the land, seeking to do your will.

When I tire, let me rest. Make me, then, new again.

Thank you my dear friend.

(Letter #2,708)

A small shell on the shore.

A pebble on the lake bed.

A leaf in the woods.

Will I be found? Can I grow from this spot?

Provide for me, dear Lord. I am one among many of your children.

(Letter #2,707)

Safety and security – I need not pine for it. You already have built the bunker and reinforced the walls. Nothing can get me here, in your secret kingdom.

Why bring I worry into this fortress? I crumble the walls from within.

All is well. All is well. It is true; let me believe it: all is well.

(Letter #2,706)

Am I ready for this day? Am I ready to meet you in it?

Will I ever be?

Lord, let me not shrink from the world but meet it. You have equipped me with all I need. Even as I walk empty-handed, you have foreplaced supplies along the way.

O Providence! O joy! O my dear friend!

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,705)

Heal us all. Smile at us, your children. Let the sun shine upon us, bringing warm wholeness.

My brothers and sisters are so broken.

Heal us, Lord.

(Letter #2,704)

What does the world need? Does it need anything I can give? What do I have for my fellows?

I can whisper: all is well — to my brothers and sisters, to friend and foe, to neighbor and stranger.

All is well, Lord.

Thank you.

(Letter #2,703)

There is a road from me to you. How did I miss it? Why do I now hesitate to walk it?

Lo, the miracle: you are with me already as I walk toward you. You are there, and here.

Let me set out to reach you, Lord, as you have reached me.

(Letter #2,702)

I swim upstream. I build a home where the tide will swallow it. I walk along a wave-eaten cliff.

You, Lord, are the water, and my rescuer too. Are my woes my own doing? You sent the rains after all.

Let me swim with the river, Lord, and later enjoy a fire on high ground.

(Letter #2,701)