You underlie all. Everything rests upon you. Your power, moves all things.
I shared my fears with you, and I began to outgrow fear.
I shared my frustrations with you, and I began to outgrow resentment.
I shared my weakness with you, and I began to grow stronger.
Lord, let the world heal under your gaze. Thy will be done, in the big and the small.
(Letter #2,723)