Unclench my jaw.

Loosen my shoulder.

Relax my belly.

Breathe in, pause, breathe out, pause. Again.

Conflict and tension all around, yet I, your child, breathe easy and free.

Fill me, Lord, an empty body. Animate me that I may overcome self.

Unsuspected resources, deep within, hidden there long ago, a treasure hunt.

Peace.

(Letter #2,562)

Small and needy. Weak, shivering.

You shine upon me and warm my limbs.

There is nothing special about me; my neighbor is shone upon too.

But I, the needy, will soak up the warmth doubly gratefully.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,561)

You provide without limit; I need but see it.

When I feel depleted, you provide opportunities for rest.

When I feel strong, those who need appear.

Each act of Providence carries obligation. What I have, must I give.

Let me meet the needs of the day, Lord.

(Letter #2,560)

I thought there would be a battle, but they laid down their arms and embraced me.

I thought my garden would bear fruit, but rains washed away the seedlings. Now there is a bare plot.

Lord, let me rejoice over it all. Am I not able to beat the dropped sword of my enemy into a spade?

There is work to be done and my back is sturdy. Thank you, Lord, that the sun now shines and there are new friends to help.

Your will for me, Lord, let it be done.

(Letter #2,559)