Does the color of my garment affect my capacity to labor? Does the crack in my plate diminish my supper?

Lord, you set me a task and instead of beginning immediately, I arrange my tools and await perfect weather.

You deliver my fate in one-day portions. Then let me not hesitate.

This is the day in which I will completely do your will, dear Lord.

(Letter #2,850)

All is well; then let me be still in my heart.

All will be well; then let me share the news among the fearful and weary.

All is forgiven; then let me be a being of loving kindness.

Good news, good news. O my lord, you are the engine of good news. Make me able to pass it on.

(Letter #2,849)

Draw near. Draw near. I am leaning toward you, Lord, will you lean toward me?

Am I already enfolded in your arms?

Somehow, in the night, I became alone. Fever dreams.

Let me feel you with me today, Lord.

(Letter #2,848)

My stamina flags, my strength withers. So tired am I, in the face of these duties. How can I face them?

Lord, you are the wind at my back, the sun on my upturned face, the cool water when I thirst. Let this momentary weakness and fatigue become your opportunity to buoy me and pull me forward into the world.

At my weakest, you are strongest. In depletion, you are providence. When I despair, you deliver unexpected joy.

Lord, my sweet friend, be with me today and carry me.

(Letter #2,847)