Self-denial and a harder road. Let me thrive where others might perish, Lord.

You call us each to give what we can. Let me be honest with myself about my capacity. You grace me with a sturdy back.

After the storms, let me remain standing to help the survivors.

Let me do your will today.

(Letter #2,730)

If I husband my resources in the face of my neighbor’s need, have I then hoarded what I could have given?

Lord, make me willing to give and give again. Even when my store rooms are bare, I have energy and love to pass on.

Let me thus live abundantly.

(Letter #2,729)

What work will merit rest, dear Lord? Can I exhale? Dare I?

Grant me peace, my constant friend. I have been too long a taut line.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,728)

How do I pass along the sunshine that has poured over me?

How do I slake the thirst of my fellows when I have no dipper?

Lord, let me draw them out into the light. Let me show them where the river flows gently.

I cannot pass on the gift; only the way to the gift.

(Letter #2,727)