I stand by a lake, offering cups of cool water to my fellows. The days are hot, our labor hard. The water is welcome.

Did I make this lake? I act as if the water is mine to give. I merely pass it from one place to another.

Lord, let me see my role in this world.

(Letter #2,695)

We are already well, already rescued.

Lord, let me know it.

There is nothing new to be done.

(Letter #2,694)

If I seek you, I will find you.

If I seek humility, I will find it.

If I seek your will, I will find it.

Let me seek, Lord.

(Letter #2,693)

All these ways, supply already at the ready prior to need.

I stumble; your hand supports my back.

My strength gives out; there is a bench.

My throat is dry and my voice breaks; I am standing already by an oasis of cool water.

I wait for rescue, yet you already have placed by me all I need. I see it only when need forces open my eyes.

Let me awaken sooner, Lord.

(Letter #2,692)