When I can do so little, let it be enough.

When I can scarcely move, let nourishment come to me.

When they ache, let my meager words ease others.

Let my little be enough.

(Letter #2,343)

Creeping vines o’erspread the flowerbeds.

Wildfire smoke darkens the sky.

One or two pulls, and within days there will be blooms. Walking the burnt mountain paths, fresh buds cover the blackened branches.

Life, peace, side-by-side with chaos.

Lord, ease my heart.

(Letter #2,342)

What is the season in which I find myself?

Is it a time of testing, when I am asked for proof of my reliance upon you? Is it a time of teaching, when I will learn from failure atop failure? Is it a time of relief, when I will breathe a sigh after so many close calls?

Is it, yea, the time of rejoicing over the shower of gifts and bounty that encircle me?

Lord, your day is all things and my choices are infinite. All is indeed your will. Let a bright spirit motivate me, that I may shine for others.

(Letter #2,341)

When I am distracted, are you still here with me? Do you turn away calamity even while I indulge myself?

Lord, let me be grateful for what I do not see.

(Letter #2,340)