These thoughts, unfamiliar, are they yours? Are they the gift?

I look out at the world calmly, I see love and not opposition, the air hums with potential. I, your child, am no victim nor hero. I hear song and my heart swells.

Thy will be done today, Lord. Let me think your thoughts.

(Letter #2,922)

My devotion is effort; my effort, devotion. There is no escaping your will yet you offer me the opportunity to choose. Let me choose you today.

Polishing the rails of this grand staircase, I think on the many who have and will grasp it on the way up to their rooms, or down to the grand salons. Let my devotion improve their goings.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,921)

Let me dwell in you, Lord, taking refuge within your ways.

Dwell within me, Lord, occupying my heart of hearts and moving my limbs, my speech.

Friend, fellow, neighbor, protector, ruler, nurse, healer, partner — all at once. Within one another.

Lord, let today be yours.

(Letter #2,920)

Tending the garden, on hands and knees in the dirt, what will I sow? Will I reap chaos, peace?

So much depends on the small duties, taken with care.

Improve my vision, Lord, that I may see my hands as they labor. Let me inhabit the moment, precise even in the simple things.

Let mw sow what you would have me reap.

(Letter #2,919)