Dear God, the outlines of each day are identical. I awaken, I act, I sleep. The end of my days is certain. Let me then, Lord, make something useful of this time.
Mold my ideals, that I may pursue a course that lifts up others.
Each day a blank canvas, I so often fill it with images of myself. Let me have a broader vision. Let the result of my labor awaken someone. Let me draw love and power, Lord.
(Letter #1409)
Daily Letters to God 