Let me see the truth of things.

No matter the circumstance, my task remains: give love, be love. Spread the news that all will be well.

I am a mist, here for a moment. Why dwell in yesterday and tomorrow, when all there is woe and I lack agency?

Let me live and act today. This moment is truth.

(Letter #2,455)

From you, no secrets. You see every corner, each intent, all fear.

So inadequate am I to the tasks of the world, yet here you have placed me, even knowing all you do.

Lord, I am enough. All is well.

(Letter #2,454)

If I hide here, behind this tree, will I be seen? Can I thus avoid my duties?

I am a bug on a plate, visible to all.

The light shining down is no searchlight, nor stage light. It is glorious sun, warming and quickening all it touches.

You, architect of my life, have created this day to be one full of wonder and amazement.

Let me walk in fascination, as I do your will today.

(Letter #2,453)

I scarcely know for what to pray. You interpret my groans and intercede, raining providence upon my days.

Is this not what I sought? Wherefore then do I yet whimper?

Let me see the bright sunshine outside my door, Lord. Let me close my book of woe, for there will be other days on which to add to the list.

Today is glory, let me cease this moaning.

(Letter #2,452)