What can I do, O Lord? The world appears broken and I cannot repair it.

Flow through me. Grant me strength, grant me an understanding of your will. Let me carry your power and message from breach to breach.

(Letter #1,785)

Weeds grow. The wind blows debris across my doorstep. Dust settles on surfaces.

Lord, even through a neglected space, I glide unspotted in your arms.

Let not my eye light on specks of mud, Lord, for you have taken me by my right hand.

Up the path goes, to vistas and bracing wind, where I will flourish.

(Letter #1,784)

Who is in whose care?

I have become a custodian, husbanding and passing on your love to my fellows.

And I am also in your care, preserved for some duty you have yet to reveal.

You saved me, Lord, and now I will give you to others.

(Letter #1,783)

Thank you for all the ways you are already answering even my most desperate prayer. Let me but recognize it.

(Letter #1,782)