Dear God, if I am not useful, then of what value am I? Let me not walk through this day simply taking, taking, but let me be a source of support to others.
What an astounding gift it is to realize that you love me unconditionally. What, then, shall I do with this gift? Let me pass it on, loving others, that they may know themselves to be sufficient.
Let me not be a stagnant pond, with no outlet, but a clear and soothing river, flowing to where I am most needed, cooling parched lands.
(Letter #1382)
