Dear God, these fears, these termites coursing through my day, let them crawl away from me. Shine bright sun upon me and cleanse me of rot. Let me stand erect on a wide plain, unconcerned over the attention I might attract.
Show me how to give up my will, O Lord. Let me move only by your command. Let me abandon my own designs.
I am so willful, and when seemingly obedient. Help me to be your servant, Lord.
(Letter #1,592)
Day upon day, Lord, I have walked singly, eyes downcast, avoiding stones in my path. When I have raised my eyes, it has been in fear or worry. What next? I hope for ease, but this is no true hope: it is grasping.
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