Dear God, where I see troubles, let me see instead lessons.
Where I am frightened, let me instead look for ways to be helpful.
When I am become fearful, let me see the evidence of your love for me.
Let me smell the growing things around me, when I might instead sit sullen and selfish.
Your love, O Lord, an ember in my heart. Let it cover the land like rolling fields of grass.
(Letter #1,611)
