Dear God, stone by stone, the world weighs upon me. Fear, worry, resentment piling one on the other. These bedevilments, though, are all self-created. Let me, Lord, flee from myself by giving over each moment to your will.

If I am your instrument in one setting, I must be so in another and another. Let me ask in each, what am I called to do, how best can I be of use?

O! Relieve me, Lord.

(Letter #1420)

Dear God, early in the morning, I am in solitude, yet also I receive small messages of faith from others who similarly seek to learn of and follow your will. I join this quiet circulation of faith, passing on small messages to others. Lord, in these morning times, a quiet and meek community forms.

The rush of the day dispels the fragile connections, but they reform each morning. Our voices sing to you in a quiet chorus, O Lord.

I am with others, we are with you, you are with us, you are with me.

While the day rushes at me, let me think back on this quiet community. Thy will be done.

(Letter #1419)

Dear God, termites of fear chew at my foundations. Trouble and worry loom so large in my mind in these early hours. Let me not act frantically. Let my movements be slow, deliberate. Let my thoughts be filled with your presence. Let me comprehend how protected you hold me.

What can touch me, while I am in your arms? I am in your care, yet I act as if I am alone in an unforgiving land.

Let this fog of worry lift, O Lord. Let my thoughts become clear, my heart become calm.

(Letter #1418)

Dear God, strip away my obstinacy, my selfishness, my pride. Let me cheerfully carry my portion of the load, easing the burdens of my fellows. Let me wash the feet of those around me who are weary.

Let me turn away from exaltation. Let me seek the plain and simple.

(Letter #1417)