You placed these desires and thoughts in my heart. This dream that I pursue, that I await, itself a gift.
Let me, Lord, consider even the ordinary strivings of the day to be holy, gifts given by you, my most intimate friend.
As I march, Lord, let me to see the gulf between what I seek, and what I attain, to be your great gift. You make me wait for all I want.
Delay and yearning are your gifts.
(Letter #1,884)
