In my selfishness, my indolence, my fearfulness— let me be helpful, industrious, cheerful.

Let me bring good will into the gloomiest of places. Shine upon where my feet fall, Lord, and let the warm light drive away the dampness.

(Letter #1,690)

Sun shines, shines down on this pathway, shines on my shoulders and warms my back. The joy it gives me is not taken from some others’ portion; there is always enough sunshine for all.

Lord, let me remain awake to you today. You shine and shine and shine. Let me reflect you onto my fellows.

(Letter #1,689)

The way is narrow, a twisting trail up from the valley. Switchbacks and stones, up and up.

Lord, you walk with me in my solitude, and hold my hand as I gaze down upon the stream below. Breathe my way and power flows into my pumping legs.

There is yet more to walk, and the path narrows yet more. We will walk single file. I feel you at my back, dear Lord. Press me on.

(Letter #1,688)

What is this miracle that visits me? My life is not filled with large events nor fantastic happenings.

It is my manner of life that is changed. Daily acts, small thoughts, mild words — ordinary magic.

Lord, let me be thankful for these quiet ways.

(Letter #1,687)