Let me shun the spotlight.

Let me take no credit.

Let me build up others.

If my way be stony, let me clear the path, let those behind me find smooth walking.

Let me be a custodian of the world for my fellows.

O Lord, thy will be done through me today.

(Letter #1,960)

At dawn, in the dark, I worry over the coming day and I beg for solace. You soothe me, and I cling to it as a life raft.

Yet now is not when I need you. No winds buffet, no arrows land. It is just me and my worry.

It is in the heat of the day that I will need your aid. When the battle mounts, the flood invades, the buildings collapse. Lord, send me strength to do your will when all is chaos.

But now, in my quiet worry, let me learn acceptance. It is all I need now.

(Letter #1,959)

I am rowing, yet what little effect my effort has compared to the winds that you blow.

The road is the road, my walking on the left or the right offers only the illusion of choice.

Lord, my true choice is this: to get into agreement with you, or to wage useless battle.

I feel the wind, I see the curve in the road. Let me go their way.

(Letter #1,958)

What is victory? Is it conquest over others? Over conditions?

Let my victory today be over self. Let me assist others from the margins, without taking center stage. Let me be anonymous.

Grant me humility, O Lord.

(Letter #1,957)