Whether I be first, or last, let me still stand aside for another. What matter whether I receive your gifts early or late, Lord? They will come as they always have.

Renew my thoughts and let me be transformed from selfish to selfless. Let love flow from me.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,828)

I will walk and walk today, and may grow weary — yet you will renew my strength and energy. Inside my heart is a message from you that keeps me moving from place to place.

For whom is this message? All who want it? Those who seek it? Those who deny? The fearful ones, the ignorant ones, the stubborn ones?

Me?

All is well, say you in my heart. Worry not over tomorrow. Love your fellow. Today is joy. All is well.

(Letter #2,827)

Does strength for the day come from you, Lord, or from my faith in you? If I pray persistently, do I gain yet more?

You snuck upon me along the road, entered my soul and buoyed my thoughts. One day I was alone, bereft. Later I felt light and realized you had been with me. When had you come? I could not discern the day.

Even my trust in you, a gift of grace. Unmerited. Let me, then, all the more live in thanks.

For who can say wherefrom this strength and joy?

(Letter #2,826)

Hold my hand, Lord, and guide me through the day. I am lost without you, even as I cling to the illusion of mastery.

When you hold my hand, it is the right hand. My strong hand. I am thus weakened and must rely yet more fully on you. I work haltingly with my left. Or do I let go your grip, Lord, and wield my own tools?

As I feel satisfaction in my efficient work, tying, baling, fixing — I slip away.

Let me hold your offered hand, Lord. Stay with me.

(Letter #2,825)