Dear God, I sit quietly in the dawn and seek your will. When you answer, do I pay heed?
Willful, I set off daily in my own directions. I congratulate myself for being a seeker of your will, yet I stop short of being a doer. Where, Lord, is the virtue in asking, and even hearing, without acting?
Lord, move my hands today. Let me do your will.
(Letter #1,584)
