Dear God, this strength that seeps through me, like sap, does it come from you or through my faith in you? If through faith, Lord, how can I deepen my heart? How can my words become more than air? Would you grant me power, Lord, irrespective of my seeking?
This faith I have is even less than the mustard seed. It is the faith of the gardener who plants at spring because doing so last year yielded bounty, of the walker who notes his direction by the sound of running water. Why do I ask, when I know not your nature? You remain a mystery. Yet I have faith, Lord, that you supplied me before and may do so again. Deepen my belief, Lord.
(Letter #1,535)
Daily Letters to God 