Peace, be still.

Grant that I may listen when you tell me: Peace, be still.

Awaken me to the silence, Lord.

(Letter #2,627)

There is enough.

I am enough

You are enough.

Love, supply, wellness, joy.

Enough.

Thank you.

(Letter #2,626)

If you are love, Lord, then love is you.

Let me offer love to my brothers, my sisters, my neighbors, my enemies, strangers.

Under your sunshine, surely we will be healed, dear Lord.

I will be love today.

(Letter #2,625)

Let me be no exotic flower, growing in a hothouse under elaborate care.

Let me be a stalk of wheat, that I may become bread to feed the ones building a school.

Let me be the oak under whose shade a new awakening is found.

If I am to be a flower, Lord, let me be one of the wild ones that grow along the highway at the exit to your home.

Let me be one of the ordinary, soaking in your warmth that I may cheer others.

(Letter #2,624)

Just these hours to live one full day. The sun is shining and the skies are clear.

The river flows by, meandering to meet its larger brethren, and then to the sea, where it will not be refused.

Neither will you turn away your children.

Grant me a slowed pace today, Lord.

(Letter #2,623)

Let me rid myself of self.

If the way is stony, it is so later pathways may appear smooth.

If my burdens weigh me down, it is so that later I may bear heavier weights with ease.

I am a hunk of wood, fearing the saw and grit which will render beauty.

Build and polish me, Lord.

(Letter #2,622)

The light! It heals and quickens us.

O sweet Lord, dispel the gloom. Why seek I for meaning in the sunshine?

Your gifts, healing and energy, love, are meaning in themselves.

I will try to do your will in the sunshine, Lord.

(Letter #2,621)

Let me cheer the morose.

Let me find the lost.

Let me unburden the weary.

Let me love the unlovable.

Your will for me – spread cheer and love – let me do it in all ways.

Grant me energy to give, Lord.

(Letter #2,620)

I fear the length of the journey, and the weight of the burden.

Just a few steps in, and I see that it is all downhill on smooth paths. My pack feels light.

You were waiting to show me, until I made a start.

Such is faith. Let me always be willing, Lord.

(Letter #2,619)

Will I drift, or walk with purpose?

I seek to be idle, knowing the day will thus end in the tragedy of unfulfillment.

Grant me direction today, Lord, and the willingness to pursue it.

(Letter #2,618)