I distract myself, especially at times of great industry. My labors move in so many directions, under the lash of mania, jumping from fence post to fence post.

Lord, let me not take hundreds of chaotic steps, but walk instead one path.

Let me sustain attention and effort on just a few things today.

(Letter #1,839)

Let me see myself today, Lord, without illusion nor artifice.

Let me see I am neither exalted nor despised. Neither king nor beggar.

I stand in the bright sun as one of many, unremarkable, and yet you still love me. Let me try to deserve this.

(Letter #1,838)

From under the floor, you support me. I have never fallen through the earth. You press up equally as hard as I am weighed down.

I run, I walk, I sit, I rest. I have no idea of all the ways you are protecting me, unseen.

Today, let me live the joy of the rescued, even in repose.

(Letter #1,837)

Weeds here in my thoughts. My inner life in disarray.

Order me, Lord. Husband my thinking, that I may walk through this world with eyes clear and hands unsullied. Let my steps take me in a useful direction.

Let, Lord, my heart be loving.

(Letter #1,836)