You are the motive force behind this world. You cause things to grow.

Let me unleash your power, dear Lord. Let me align myself with inexorable growth.

(Letter #1,868)

You are power. Yet I see you so narrowly. I ask for help and strength to do what I already wish to do. In this way, I place myself at the helm.

Lord, let me give myself over to you. Let me align my will with yours.

Who am I to call on you for strength to lift a burden you have prepared for another?

Thy will, not mine, be done.

(Letter #1,867)

Do I alone carry this weight? Will you send fellows to help? Will you intercede? How sturdy is my back?

O Lord, in the dark morning, frightful thoughts course through me. Soon enough my heart will quicken and I will walk. Let me see past these moments of fear, into the bright sunlit activity that awaits.

Indeed, it is the action itself I fear. From my cushion, I wish for idle times. Thereby would I wallow in self-pity.

Arise! Let me walk to meet you.

(Letter #1,866)

I need not beg for your aid. I am rescued over and over in so many ways.

The parent places food on the table each evening without first needing to hear cries of hunger; the worker need not implore the owner for their wages.

Let me, Lord, expect what you promise: that we, your children, will find peace in you.

I fear the day and search for deliverance. Grant me confidence in your love for me.

(Letter #1,865)