You gave me a treasure; I keep it in a plain box that even in wealth I might know humility.

You lifted me up; I keep in sight how low I was that I might remain grateful.

You make my paths straight; I keep a map that I might not yet get lost through arrogance.

I have been asleep in spirit, Lord, awaken me from distraction and trance. Let me seek and do your will today.

(Letter #2,570)

Walking across the high plains, windswept. A bug on a plate. You see me, Lord. All see me.

This is the straight path you promised when earlier I cried out for relief from crooked ways. That time seems so long ago, tucked away in my chambers, warm yet shivering in remorse.

Even now so exposed, naked, let me walk with spine erect, for you are yet with me. This is no ordeal but your loving answer to my prayers.

I give thanks.

(Letter #2,569)

Support. Seated on a chair, which rests on the floor, built upon a foundation, rooted into earth.

Your hands under all. Strength and power flow up, we stand upon rock, my sisters, my brothers, and I.

I am pressed down by the day, yet you press me up equally. Without these duties, I would float away. Without this foundation, I would sink into a grave.

Thank you, Lord, for this solid ground underfoot.

(Letter #2,568)

I have found a way to live, it is with you.

Even as I am elated with glad tidings, I am with you.

Even as I am crushed under poor news, truly I am with you.

Even in the gray, dull space between duties – yea, even here I am with you.

Thy will be done today, Lord, for I am with you.

(Letter #2,567)