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)