Today may be a day of simple tasks and meeting small obligations.

O! What will grow from these small acts?

Already, you reward my devotion with sunshine and clear skies. When the buds of spring come, there will be a riot of wealth.

And it all will have begun with small acts.

(Letter #2,162)

Yesterday, and the day before, fear gripped me.

Today I sit before you, untroubled.

Driven by fear, I moved mountains. Now I am still, and bear few burdens.

Let me breathe quietly here, and feel my cushion beneath me.

Tomorrow you may move me to more feats, goaded by fear or exuberance.

All is your will, Lord, both peace and conflict.

(Letter #2,161)

How wide must the pathway be, if indeed I walk with you? On a narrow ridge, with drops to each side, why fear I? I am walking the track you have laid out.

The gale blows outside, but in here there is calm.

There is drought in the land, but I drink from a well.

Lord, I face the day with fear. Let me dwell on seeking and doing your will, and not the cliffs along which you have brought me.

(Letter #2,160)

Others come to bother and test me. I pray in my closet for strength to meet them.

They leave behind seeds, sown in battle. I do not even see them, distracted by the aftermath.

Later the meadow blooms in a riot of wildflowers.

Instead of begging for strength, Lord, grant me the awareness to give thanks even now for what will be sown today.

(Letter #2,159)