Magic is loose in the world! A current flows from fellow to fellow, from neighbor to neighbor. Walking singly through a crowd, may others be uplifted simply through being near to me. Let each then encourage another.

There is a hole in my pack and my supplies are constantly drained. Still as I walk, let me trust that, as if by magic, you will restock me.

Plodding through the crowd, worried over lack, may I be uplifted by others, sharing their own magic simply through nearness.

Lord, be near to us.

(Letter #2,113)

When the mist clears, and the landscape is seen, how shall I react to what I see?

Will I wish for a more orderly and bountiful garden, for finer outbuildings? Will I see the crowds gathering and so feel menaced?

Lord, the clarity itself is your gift. I can see the path, its borders, the obstacles, the treasures.

Let me be useful to you and to my fellows, dear friend, with this new sight.

(Letter #2,112)

I scarcely inhabit myself.

Let me feel the ground underneath my feet. Let me feel the sofa cushion pressing against my legs. Let me feel the air on my skin.

I am not my body, but I am in it. Let me dwell where my body rests, Lord. Here is where you come to me.

(Letter #2,111)

My weakness brings your power. My blindness ushers forth insight.

The road through this day is harder than ever I could bear. It is an opportunity to rely upon you ever more.

All calamity opens the door to dependence. Lord, let me abandon myself to you.

(Letter #2,110)