Let me see plenty where I saw lack. Let me have strength where I was weak. You set for me difficult tasks, that I may more fully rely on faith in you.

In drought, let me thank you for the water that soon enough will flow.

(Letter #1,872)

A crowd mills outside my door. They murmur and call me to act. Will I greet them with kindness? Will I empty my shelves to feed them?

O Lord, I cower and see them as assailants. Open my eyes, that I might see friends and not enemies, fellows and not thieves.

Let me give and give and give again.

(Letter #1,871)

Let me be a demonstration for my fellows. Of your providence, of your path, of your love.

As I perform these tasks and dispatch these chores, let me display cheerfulness. As I set my home in order let me display diligence. As I lay myself open to the criticism of my foes, let me display love.

Lord, let me reflect the joy of your way of life.

(Letter #1,870)

Your power starts in my feet and travels up through my limbs. My back is strong, my gaze clear. I am alert. My being is alive and present.

Lord, such a gift you grant me.

Yet I wish for more, grasping for trinkets and debris. Like a child, I long for piles of toys, which soon enough I will forget.

Let me walk through these lands, empty-handed and smiling.

(Letter #1,869)