While I walk, you guide my feet and place my steps.

When laboring, the needed materials appear at my side.

In speech, the right words come, when moments before I stammered in fear.

Dear Lord, thank you for your loving rescue, always just in time.

(Letter #2,029)

Let me have diligence.

Let me cut no corners.

Let all who see my labors take heart in their own duties.

(Letter #2,028)

Each previous day has brought me to this dawn.

Lord, let me inhabit the day, and not simply pass through it into tomorrow. You have prepared this gift for me so carefully; let me taste it.

(Letter #2,027)

Am I to walk this road, or march along it? Am I to coexist or conquer?

Where, Lord, am I to overcome, and where accept?

Let me listen for your message. Grant me knowledge of which fork to walk down.

(Letter #2,026)

Alone with myself, how can I improve? From where will come the needed push to change course? From where will new thoughts come?

Lord, become present to me. I have deluded myself that I am solitary.

Take off my blinders. I am with others, even when alone.

(Letter #2,025)

What do I have to share? Only what you have given me. Your gifts are meant to be passed on.

Yet I am a miser, gripping my well-being and ease so tightly. Let me spread the love you have given me, freely and widely.

Open my heart, Lord.

(Letter #2,024)

Obstinate and unwilling, I pull at my chains. The pathway leads me, yet I stray and hack through the growth. Why am I so rebellious, when the easier way is plain?

Lord, let me be willing to be guided. I am so tired of fighting you, yet each day I arm for battle.

Instead, let me submit: thy will be done.

(Letter #2,023)

You are with me, whether I sense your presence or not.

When assailed and I feel vulnerable, you are with me. When lonely, you are with me. When ecstatic, you are with me.

Let me live this day as if I believe that you are here.

(Letter #2,022)

If I do not wish notoriety, let me also shun recognition. Grant me the gift of anonymous labor, Lord.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,021)

Let me think not of myself, but of helping my fellows.

I worry and yearn for peace in my heart; it is there for the asking merely by fixing my attention rightly. Let me not chase after banners but instead sweep the walkways, repair the roofs, comfort the sick.

Let me empty out my energy in the aid of others.

Peace, then, will come.

(Letter #2,020)