I am passing out cups of cool water to my brothers and sisters. They thirst so. I worry I will run out.

You are a deep and bottomless lake, replenished by the rains and inexhaustible.

Why do I worry so over depletion? Let me hand out this water to all who need it.

(Letter #2,390)

Rescue after rescue. You have always saved me, pulled me out of the holes of my own making.

Why do I imagine you only visit when I am in need? Were you not with me when I set the mistakes in motion? Are you not with me here, now?

The runner does not fear the track, nor the crowds.

Grant me awareness of you, Lord, in my hands, my feet, my heart. You are already rescuing me and I have but to run a gentle race.

(Letter #2,389)

You send me out to do a task. If I am to build a wall, why should I fear the bricks? If you dig a trench, why fear the shovel?

And yet I cower in my rooms, delaying my entrance into the world.

Lord, let me see things clearly. A simple laborer, let me not fear my own shadow.

(Letter #2,388)

When I cry out in woe, I am already in your presence. I could whisper and you would hear equally. The rescue I seek, you do not need to rush from afar to give it.

If I am always in your presence, do I need deliverance? Do I not already have my protector and friend at hand?

Let me live awake to your presence today, Lord, protected in all things.

(Letter #2,387)