I am a lit candle; let me glow and cheer these dim spaces.

I am a flame; let me warm the gathered souls.

I am ablaze; let me break the path of the wildfire.

Let not your light in me fade, Lord, and let its strength be sufficient to match your will for me.

(Letter #3,340)

At the fork, you whisper the way. Do I listen?

Facing calamity, you show me the answer. Do I act?

Let me be attentive to your voice, Lord. You know me. Let me hear and follow.

(Letter #3,339)

Let me speak love today. Let me be love.

When I think of myself and my own aims, am I love?

When I step ahead of others, am I love?

Grant me grace, Lord, to lessen my grip on myself.

Let me be love.

(Letter #3,338)

Miracles, grace — alive today as ever they have been.

Mountains will move, seas part, souls move, hearts soften. Reprieve and rescue. Plenty and overflow.

Not power, not might, but grace.

Let me live expecting today what I have seen so many times, and abides with me already.

Grace.

(Letter #3,337)