Pride bids me ask each day what the lesson is to be learned, when it is the same today as yesterday: spread love, erase self.

Each new event I approach as novel. What shall I do now? I wonder. Your answer ever: spread love, erase self.

My fellows vex me, I toil in anonymity, I face restriction and lack, I fear the judgment of others. Calamity threatens. How ought I respond? Spread love, you say. Erase self, you remind.

Lord, this simple message. Let it become my beating heart.

(Letter #1,921)

Am I to be satisfied with technically correct action? Is it enough that I do no wrong?

You call me to love, to do more. To try to bring others to you. To prepare their way.

Let me exhaust myself pursuing your will, sweet Lord.

(Letter #1,920)

Let my purpose be single. Let me serve one master. Let not my loyalties divide and divide.

You have come to be my friend, bestowing treasure after treasure. Yet I instead give attention to trivia.

Rescue me from this distraction that visits me like a plague, dear Lord.

(Letter #1,919)

The prison door has shut. How will I now find freedom? Where now shall I journey?

Lord, guide me into my own secret places. Clear the corners and shine light in the darkness. Be with me, a friend. This place brings me fear.

Let me align my desires with your will. Let me want this. Your rebellious child, soften my will.

(Letter #1,918)