Let me act, bit by bit.

The garden grows around me, even as my attention is elsewhere. I make the smallest effort and look what emerges.

Let this day be just one step, and then another. Let strength lie in persistence.

(Letter #1,812)

A fresh morning greets me: how do I salute it?

Shall I walk miles in labor, bearing burdens? Shall I run without care, shirking duty? Shall I seek fellows who are blind to the sunrise and describe it?

Lord, let me neither waste nor hoard your gifts.

(Letter #1,811)

What have I to offer, Lord? Weak and impoverished, of what notice could I be? And yet you build me up, you support me, you comfort me. You saved me. So needy am I.

Lord, buoyed by you, let me give, not take. Let others flock to me to hear the news.

All is well, Lord. Let your will be done this day.

(Letter #1,810)

Each day the same sun shines on the same meadow. Yesterday I saw its glory. Today I note barren areas.

I am the one who changes.

Lord, let equal joy and gratitude grow within me, regardless of whether I walk among impoverished or plentiful lands.

(Letter #1,809)