This day is already perfect. Every detail laid out. Even the vague breeze is a miracle. Why do I think to try to improve it?

Lord, how shall I help in secret today? Let no spotlight fall upon me.

(Letter #2,213)

A victim of my own actions, I learned to control my impulsive behavior.

At the mercy of circumstance, I learned to respond maturely to the world.

Crushed by trial, I learned to accept what I could not overcome.

Bedeviled by chewing, spinning thoughts, let me learn to seek peace in you.

Order my thoughts, Lord, for I yet live under their lash.

(Letter #2,212)

Unclench the fist of my body, Lord, let my fraught worries drain from me. Under your sun, let me find a puddle where there once was ice.

Smooth my hair while I weep.

What magical day is this, that the sun shines even on the indolent? Your grace, Lord, I accept your grace.

(Letter #2,211)

I listen for your voice, day in and day out.

Lord, grant me now the words to say unto my fellows. I have been rescued. What am I to share of this experience?

(Letter #2,210)