I was lost; you found me.

Let my life now be a beacon for others.

Help the lost, Lord.

(Letter #2,648)

Grant me, Lord, calm in this world. Each circumstance brings the temptation of worry. Let me accept the dawn, rain, wind, night.

I cannot change the arc of the sun, and yet again will it rise tomorrow.

Grant me equanimity in the face of all I cannot alter.

(Letter #2,647)

I will watch for you, arriving along the horizon, emerging from the mist, appearing around the corner. In every setting, I will look to you. Your coming will be a gift, long anticipated yet also unexpected in its thoughtfulness.

Touch hearts. Turn circumstances. Shower gifts that display your presence.

I am your expectant child. Let me look to you and watch for your will to be done.

(Letter #2,646)

My path is mine, theirs is theirs. Fix my gaze upon my own way, Lord.

Let me not trouble myself with others’ goings.

When I walk with others, let me sing a song of cheer that we each may gladly bear our own burden.

All our ways are your way, sweet Lord.

(Letter #2,645)

Shine on the land, that we may heal and grow.

Change stony hearts, that they may relax, finding joy and ease.

Lord, release me of worry and woe. I am a wound spring, teeth clenched. Let peace come to me.

Bless my efforts, that they may bear fruit.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,644)

I have found a way to live that brings ease and rest.

The weary, let them see, and learn.

We live in no desert but a garden.

(Letter #2,643)

For whom am I? I am not my own.

My thoughts of self, how I feel, if I thrive, these are distractions and illusion.

I am here to do your will, whether I know or not. Let me seek it, do it.

Let me be yours, O Lord.

(Letter #2,642)

The work of this day is the work of my life. Let me be in this day as I would like all my days to be.

This sunrise is every sunrise.

(Letter #2,641)

I walk through the rooms in your palace; you have entrusted me with the key.

I will polish the fixtures and sweep the stairs in case there are visitors.

None need know I was here. Let them enjoy their stay in your halls.

I, the quiet caretaker. Let it be my way.

(Letter #2,640)

O Lord, what is your will when calamity strikes?

I worry for myself, what can I bear, yet did you not build me with a sturdy back to aid others?

Grant me strength, and words, that may help my fellows, Lord.

(Letter #2,639)