Can I make gratitude into a sacrifice? Can I offer up thanks even in the face of frustration and lack?

Let it be so. Let me dig for gratitude, even as I am assailed, even as my rivals best me, even as I am pushed to the sides and forgotten.

To give thanks under all conditions, this is to be my devotion, Lord.

Let gratitude blossom from me like a lotus from mud.

(Letter #1,663)

You set the earth and events in motion around me, all fixed and beyond my control. Within this vast container, Lord, I hold infinite choice.

You smile upon me as I make my small decisions which loom so large in my view. What matter if my feet turn left or right? The paths were laid out by you.

Grant me sight, Lord. Let me have the proper view of my own doings. My actions are like the chaff which will burn away. Let me recognize what is of value.

(Letter #1,662)

Let me feel your nearness today.

You are never far, yet in my trance I believe myself alone.

Let me awaken, Lord.

(Letter #1,661)

I pull the shades against the sunlight, that I may remain blind to the disorder growing in the corners of my rooms. For gotten debris sits in small piles. The air is unmoving.

Walking under your bright skies, I present a healthy face to the world. Back home, I allow rot to grow.

Lord! This morning I will throw open the shutters, that your sunshine may pour in. Fresh air will circulate and inside will match outside.

Fresh air, Lord, that is today’s gift. Blow through my rooms.

(Letter #1,660)