Teach me to pray, Lord.

Take away my fine words and careful diction. Make my language plain.

Teach me to pray.

(Letter #2,668)

You stop me in my tracks, you lay me low. Today is a day of rest.

Let me rely upon you, Lord. Let me learn to see the gift of ease.

(Letter #2,667)

Yesterday’s woes, let me discard them.

Tomorrow’s fears, let me not take them up.

Let me sing as I march, that others may hear and come with as we walk up into the mountains.

Let me carry only today’s load, Lord.

(Letter #2,666)

In the quiet dawn, I seek you and listen for guidance. Is this enough? Will what I hear in the gloom carry me through the day?

In the heat of battle, why do I not call for you then?

Lord, let me seek you constantly, even amid chaos and distraction.

Let me do your will today.

(Letter #2,665)

Where are my roots, Lord?

Firm footing. Face to sun.

Renewed inside, glad outside, a balm to my fellows.

Ground me.

(Letter #2,664)

Make me ready for use.

The knife becomes sharper through grinding, the watch spring must be wound tight.

Let these moments of work bear fruit, Lord.

(Letter #2,663)

Fearful that I will not know what to say or do, I sit still and alone. Visit me, Lord, and bring signs of direction.

Relieve me of this fear. When they look to me and wait, grant me words that can be heard, Lord.

Thank you for all the love and healing you have promised to shower upon me.

(Letter #2,662)

When treasure is stolen in the night, in the morning yet let me still give away the remainder.

When crushed by doubt, let me offer faith to my neighbors.

Grant, Lord, that I might be generous today.

(Letter #2,661)

So few my fears, yet they loom so large in the morning.

Let the sun rise, let your light burn off the mists of worry over lack, tragedy, and ignominy.

You are with me throughout the day; let me search for the signs.

(Letter #2,660)

A garden plot, planted. Grant me patience, Lord, while I wait for harvest.

The morning sun brings fresh dew and awakening. Still, tomorrow cannot be hurried.

Let me live in this day, Lord.

(Letter #2,659)