I awaken feeling others’ woes. How can I help? Will what I deny myself make its way to them?

The hunger I perfect increases no one’s plenty. The world does not need an empty vessel.

Lord, show me how my hands may help build other’s homes.

(Letter #2,425)

My woes are heartaches over the ones for whom I care. How can I give, to improve their lives?

Lord, I am powerless. Grant me willingness to loosen my grip on the world.

The gardener cannot force growth, he instead takes away obvious blocks. You, Lord, create thriving life.

Let me stand aside and allow the ones I love to grow.

(Letter #2,424)

Minor chores loom large. I fear them.

The courage I seek is no more than that of a child, afraid to jump into a swimming hole.

Let me leap, Lord.

(Letter #2,423)

My fellows go their own ways even as I fashion gifts to leave next to them while they sleep. I stay behind and labor for this, Lord, is what you call me to do.

Can I infuse love into every object I touch? Let grumbling stop at my lips, Lord. Let a smile be part of the gifts I give.

Let your love flow beyond me.

(Letter #2,422)