Dear God, let me not dwell so on my own fear and worry. I face such simple challenges, yet I approach them as if they were matters of life or death.
A glance at the faces of my fellows reveals that they, too, carry heavy burdens of fear. That thing I find easy and routine, it may be seen by my neighbor as a fearsome enemy. Just as my looming dangers may be simple rocks in the road when others encounter them.
If we all harbor fear, let me then be a source of succor and love. If I spread relief, may it come back to me. Let me, Lord, trust that this supply will reach me.
(Letter #1283)
