My body is a clenched fist; let me relax and let it go.

My thoughts are a spinning carousel; let me step off and think of the one thing.

My faith in you, Lord, so reluctant to grow; let me abandon self-sufficiency.

I improve so slowly and take so many steps backwards. Grant me progress this day.

(Letter #2,074)

For what did you make me?

Am I to carry the robe of royalty, work the fields that provide bread, make the shoes worn by a thief? If I am a cup, Lord, how might I know whose lips will drink from me? Who am I to judge?

I cower behind my ignorance of the future. Standing still, I cannot balance. Let me take the next indicated action, Lord.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,073)

Let me seek your will. Let me help others. Let me place my own desires last.

I strive for accomplishment, yet it is all ashes. I am a child building in the sand.

Why think I that you concern yourself with where I place my feet? You call me to love my brothers and sisters, not to win races.

Lord, demolish my faulty values. Reorder my cares. Let me love your world.

(Letter #2,072)

I rejoice in you; you have saved me from calamity.

I rejoice in you; you have showered me with grace.

Lord, let me rejoice in you even when the day is gray and duties call. You walk with me even when I am behind the plow.

(Letter #2,071)