Dear God, let me see my tasks and troubles rightly. I view your power as a means to my own ends – as a supply for me to draw upon in expending efforts towards my own will, or to aid me in dealing with setbacks and problems. What a misuse of your grace! You provide such wealth, and I squander it on trivialities.

Lord, let me rest and hear your will for me. What I am to do, you will provide for. My weariness is not to be endured – but is instead a sign that I have fallen away from you. You pour energy through my body when I am in pursuit of your divine purposes.

Weariness and trials confer on me no special distinction. Fatigue is no mark of dilligence. I am no more virtuous than the next.

Lord, my Lord, use me today. Direct my actions as you would. Let me abandon myself to this, holding nothing back, no reserve just in case. Your supply perfectly matches need. Let me trust this is so.

(Letter #1202)

Dear God, strike love into my heart, even those parts that hold resentment and anger. Where I am frustrated, transform it into love. Where I am beleaguered, transform. This swirl of attitudes – correct it and make me wholeheartedly a being of love.

Guide, Lord, my hands, my feet, my tongue. Let me do your will, go where you would have me be, say what you would have me say. Align these things, make me shine. Let me be single.

I dwell on so much that vexes me. Under scrutiny it becomes so small – let me see this even when under the thrall of emotion. Let me meet conflict and contention with love.

(Letter #1201)

Dear God, let me expend right effort today. You call me to act – let me do so according to your will.

Left on my own, I drift so far from you. I seek out idle times, and then alternately become a frenzy of activity.

Idleness dulls me; panicked activity distracts me.

Lord, let me not confuse idleness with stillness, nor activity with industry. When I am still, I can clearly receive your dictates. When acting with industry, your power flows through me.

Lord, my prayer: let me bend all my listening and acting toward your will. Let me hear, and do.

(Letter #1200)

Dear God, grant me guidance. Let me know the way to go, what to do, how to behave. Let me know this by intuition, beyond words. I deploy these words as a veil, hiding you from me and me from the world. Always talking, speaking,

Lord, let me not jabber away. Touch my heart directly. Let my actions shout your love to the countryside. Let me silently rise from this place, go where you would have me go, and do as you direct me to do.

Let me act, Lord, not speak. Let me feel your commands move me. Thy will be done.

(Letter #1199)