Where I am selfish, let me be giving.

Where I am frightened, let me have faith.

Where I am resentful, let me have kindness.

Let me love the world, dear Lord, every thorn and bramble.

(Letter #1,907)

I look but do not see rightly. I see gloom yet it is just a passing cloud.

Talked away in a pocket, I am quietly safe. The storms of emotions that blow through me are driven by imaginary foes.

Lord, the sun shines even above the clouds. You will burn through. Let me joyfully expect a bright noontide.

(Letter #1,906)

This quiet room, this secret place.

I am alone seeking you. It is not every day that I feel your presence, though every day I seek. Will you visit today?

Lord, I live a life apart. Strengthen my heart, that I may better do your will today.

(Letter #1,905)

Will I thrive? Will all be well?

So many worries course through my thoughts: a river of woe.

I can see beauty amidst trouble. Clear my vision, Lord, and take away my grumbling.

Here in my dwelling, fill it with love, my dear friend.

(Letter #1,904)