When called to act, let me say, “yes.” When called to defer, let me equally obey.

Lord, grant me a discerning ear. What do you call me to do? What do you call me to cease? From what do you call me to refrain?

Let me express your love also through the spaces I do not fill.

Let me listen, Lord.

(Letter #1,917)

What have I to fear, in this secret place? The lions outside my door are phantoms; the hanging that awaits me at sunset is just a tale.

This time apart, in which I prepare, let me see it is no different than the outside world. That outside world, which I fear, let me see it as just an extension of this closet.

There are no lions; there are no gallows. There are only your gifts, dear Lord.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #1,916)

I feel strong.

Let the strength I feel exert itself in service, bending my will to yours.

Let me relinquish all, let me be fully obedient.

(Letter #1,915)

I look out at the field with such fear. An army facing me with spears. Let me approach them as your children, Lord. You love them as you do me.

Sunshine warms the grass. How can I fear your creation so?

I am afraid I will be judged. I am afraid that when called to report, words will escape me. I am afraid that something I have left undone will now be discovered. The worries of self.

Lord, let the sun warm me, let me smile at these enemy forces.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #1,914)