I am so sure I can help. Grant me grace to allow those around me to grow and thrive without my interference.

I face so many trying decisions. Grant me knowledge of your will for me, Lord.

I am tempted to repair all I see. Grant me discernment to know what is mine to tend to and what is in others’ domains.

Let me be a true partner with my fellows, Lord.

(Letter #2,720)

It is a new day. Yesterday’s woes, a river now past. I can be dragged by the current as I struggle, or I can float easily downstream.

Where did I sow chaos? Where do I yet regret?

Let it flow on. Let me do your will, Lord.

(Letter #2,719)

Stretched, a taught line, how will I manage?

The calamity that befalls, the trial, the woe — are these real? My brother is struck down, yet I am spared. Is this guilt merited?

Or is it, Lord, a demonstration of your love? A lesson.

Grant me wherewithal to face the world, sweet Lord, my friend. Let me learn what you would teach.

(Letter #2,718)

I seek you, yet am so reluctant to follow where you lead. So reluctant to do your will. So reluctant to yield my own.

You have arranged treasure for me along the way, yet I hide sullen in my rooms.

Lord, break this logjam. Release my willingness. Let me open myself to you, to this day. Let me do that which I fear.

Thy will, not mine, be done.

(Letter #2,717)

Ill-equipped, unsure of myself, I quake at the dawn. What should I do? What will befall? I fear calamity.

There is another story to be told. Each dawn brings new chances and new vision. Lord, let this be in my heart. What new joy will come?

Lift my heart, Lord. Too long have my days been grey.

(Letter #2,716)

Grant me ability to accept the world as it is — and the courage to act to change what is in my power to affect.

Grant me discernment between these things.

(Letter #2,715)

Thy
will,
not
mine,
be
done.

Relieve me, let my will yield to yours, Lord.

(Letter #2,714)

What gifts have you prepared for me today? Will I recognize them when they appear?

Grant me eyes to see, Lord, and a heart to accept your abundance.

(Letter #2,713)

Do I fall short? Become the wind at my back, O Lord.

Am I weary? Be my featherbed.

Do I thirst? Quench me.

Lord, you provide my exact needs. Grant me complete dependence upon you, complete trust in you, complete peace with you.

You have never failed me.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,712)

I have more power than I know – let me direct it rightly.

I have more need and I admit – let me ask with abandon.

I have more grace than I ever could have imagined – let me rest easy in your arms.

Lord, you are Love, Providence, Sunshine. Let the good news seep into me, and spread amongst the people.

Let your will be done.

(Letter #2,711)