Am I enough? Let me be enough.

All my fellows worry the same. Lord, let me bring ease to all, for we all are beset with fear.

Make of me a spring of healing water.

(Letter #1,773)

You made me for this day, and this day for me. You trained and shaped me. You arranged the winds to howl, that I might have some challenge to meet.

Lord, let me be equal to this day: I fear it.

(Letter #1,772)

What is left undone? What must I yet undo?

Lord, order my actions and my inactions. Let me do what is needful and leave aside the rest.

Teach me more to sit quietly, here on my cushion, and learn to wait. Such a task it is, to act not.

Less, Lord. Let me learn less.

(Letter #1,771)

Miracles unfold around me daily. A heart is turned. An attitude is changed. Someone grows. I awaken.

Such a tragedy that, in the midst of this, my self-pity grows.

Lord, let me instead marvel at your work.

(Letter #1,770)