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)

So large the mountain I face. So tired the legs on which I stand. So dull the sky.

Awaken me from this dream, Lord. Above the clouds the sun even now shines. Let me rest in you until the skies part.

(Letter #2,019)

I fear the day. It poisons the dawn. I tremble and my mind races.

Lord, take away these worries of ignominy and lack. Direct my thoughts to the abundance and approval that you offer. Let me do your will without second-guessing your guidance.

In the silence, I cower. Let me hear your voice. Let me follow it.

(Letter #2,018)