What I seek, I shall see.

Let me seek you, Lord. Let me search for you in all places, in all ways, continually.

Let me share what I find.

I prepare to go out and meet the world. It is you, Lord, who prepare me.

I don armor, I arrange supplies. You are the one who gave me these things.

I pray for victory. It is you who will provide intercession.

Lord, I waste this time and energy when I could bask in your love. Let me awaken.

(Letter #1,987)

Confusion reigns; I do not know which way to walk nor which tool to carry. I sit apart, awaiting guidance. Meanwhile the wind swirls.

Grant me knowledge of what to do, Lord. Grant me courage to act, without thought of self.

Let me willingly seek discomfort.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #1,986)

I fear lack, loneliness, ignominy. I steel myself for the day.

Lord, I know these fears are mist. They disappear under sunshine. You provide abundance, fellowship, approval – in great measure.

Overflow is coming, let me greet it.

(Letter #1,985)

You teach me to seek you early.

Is it enough that I rise with the dawn? No, you lovingly call me to search for you even before troubles mount, before need arises.

What do you ask of me? What is good? To act justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with you. Lord, let me set to this without delay.

(Letter #1,984)

Unsure, I stand still. Let me feel you leading me, Lord.

Give the wind a direction, grant me a sign of which road to walk.

Take my hand, even as my fists are tight with fear. Lead me.

(Letter #1,983)

You were singing me a love song since before I could understand the words; you sing a lullaby to me that begins even before I retire.

Sweet music accompanies my life, Lord, will I listen? In idle moments it gives peace; in trial it reminds me of your love. In times of anger it soothes.

I sing your song to others, poorly and forgetfully. Let me spread your tune through the land, even off-key. Let at least your melody be heard.

(Letter #1,982)

Do I deserve a sunny day? This temperate air? The rains?

Lord, these are gifts. Your grace flows upon me like an ocean. I can neither deserve it nor steal it.

Let me accept your love for me, and all my neighbors – these brothers and sisters. Let me pass along grace without thought of dessert.

(Letter #1,981)

A pile of plain bricks becomes a wall, then a castle. Task by task, it transforms and grows.

All around me are heaps of stone. Moving piece by piece, the day passes without notice.

What are you building with these forgotten and dull moments, Lord?

Who will live in these mansions?

(Letter #1,980)

What amends do I owe this world? Which fellows, which neighbors have been hurt? Of what harms do I remain unaware?

If I am to be your beacon, your instrument, let me then be love. Let me carry love.

Lord, guide my actions and words toward healing. Even where I have not meant ogfense, let me soothe open wounds.

(Letter #1,979)