Providence.

Thank you for supply coming to me. Thank you for healing coming to me. Thank you for peace coming to me.

Tomorrow is not yet here. But each moment becomes now.

You are coming to me, Lord. I will be here.

(Letter #2,333)

Submission, acceptance, desire.

If I submit to your will, where is the virtue?

If I accept your will, where is the faith?

If, Lord, I desire your will for me to come to pass, will we then draw nearer to one another?

You have planned each moment of my life. Crack open my heart, let me come to desire what you have in store for me.

(Letter #2,332)

How will my walk through this day be remembered?

Of me will they say, he kicked up dust and trouble, that stuck to him in a cloud?

Will they say, the people cheered at his marvelous deeds?

O! Let me not churn the waters, nor bask in limelight. Let me pass unnoticed, quietly polishing the floors of your mansions, Lord.

Of me let them say, who has been here to tidy the shelves?

(Letter #2,331)

I retreat to seek your presence. Are you here in this small room? Why think I that you hide yourself in a lair?

Sunlit plane, active rampart, factory floor. You are present on the journey, in the heat of battle, in the midst of collective labor.

You are also here with me in retreat. As I leave here, let me meet you and meet you again.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,330)