To be weary, does it distinguish me? Too many obligations, is it because I am so necessary?

You provide perfect supply, Lord. How, then, could I be tired? I must have fallen away from you.

Bring me back, Lord, guide my feet home before I grind myself to dust.

(Letter #2,298)

Make right effort.

Be in harmony.

Accept given conditions.

Why, Lord, do I upend such a simple life?

Let me love all today.

(Letter #2,297)

I rise by effort. Let me then expend it rightly.

Is this well-worn path one that leads to you? Or have so many of my fellows gone astray along it?

Is your way the unmarked gap in hedgerow?

I am ready to labor. Direct, Lord, my hands.

(Letter #2,296)

I wish for my deeds to speak as loudly as my unceasing words, the talk with which I fill the empty spaces of the day.

Yet, Lord, is not to speak an act in itself? Let my words carry the weight of deeds.

Your wind may blow away the noise of tinkling cymbals, yet let me speak your message so that it remains with my fellows.

Let me not divide part from part, hand from mouth. They are all your instruments. Let me wield them under your guidance.

(Letter #2,295)