My brothers and sisters face woe, how can I share with them your peace?

I have troubles, who will share with me my burdens?

Worry, calamity, want — you rain down Providence on all. Let us support one another and look to you, Lord.

Let me be one who passes along your comfort.

(Letter #2,861)

A simple path, smooth and wide.

A crooked track, ascending through dense brush.

You are with me in all these places, Lord, let me feel this truth.

Even the easy way, the way over which I have mastery, let me lean upon you even there, sweet Lord.

(Letter #2,860)

My feelings brook no reason.

The sun shines, yet I grumble. It rains, the same.

Later under the same skies, there is a song on my lips.

Let not my changing heart vex me so, for my responses are unmoored from worldly circumstances.

Let my heart find peace, Lord.

(Letter #2,859)

A peace the world cannot give.

Serenity that circumstances cannot take away.

I hold on, a flame in the wind. I grip so tightly.

Let me draw near to you, Lord, and feel the warmth of peace. I had forgotten how freely flows your grace.

(Letter #2,858)

Sitting alone, a child among my playthings, none yet stir and I await the dawn.

Yesterday’s play has been discarded in the night. Today will be filled with new pursuits.

I am growing, Lord. What brought joy now feels trivial. Deeper satisfaction awaits.

How ought I give thanks for new growth? Shall I grow yet more? Pass on the good news?

Grant me clear direction, Lord.

(Letter #2,857)

A miracle.

You will never forsake me.

You have never left me.

Let my fearful heart quiet its beat. Let my breathing slow.

This is the miracle: You are with me now.

(Letter #2,856)

Wherever I may be, the place and the hour is designed by you. Therefore let me not strive and plan, for you have already ordained it.

Grant me acceptance at each tick of the clock. If I am here, it must be due to you. If there, the same.

Let my worries vanish like clouds in the sun. Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,855)

Simple tasks await. Clean my dwelling, tend the grounds, prepare a meal. I am well able to do all that is asked of me.

Lord, let me depend upon you even as I feel mastery. Be with me as I sweep the floors, guide my hand as it digs the earth. Grant me the erasure of self.

Let me live as your instrument.

(Letter #2,854)

All that is needed is available to me. You have placed caches of supply along the day’s way.

I on my journey, solitary and weary, look to your gifts to sustain me. While others grow faint I know a meal can be foraged.

Lord, let me share what I find.

(Letter #2,853)

The idols of the world crumble.

In the clearing, the aftermath, your child stands, alone and upright. Light shines down, fresh wind whips. The child’s heart quickens. Energy surge.

Looking down on the valley, what better vista could I desire? You stand with me, Lord, rooting my feet and strengthening my back.

What I fear holds no power. Let my will be yours.

(Letter #2,852)