Lord, my Lord, these troubles, let them be ladders to view higher.

Let this weariness send its messages to my limbs, rest is needed.

Let this fear cleave me closer to you, for you will overcome my lack and insufficiency.

Later, let me rise and walk with energy. Let this time, now, draw it near.

(Letter #3,764)

Let me see the difference between being still, and idleness; industry and activity.

Let me be still — and know that you are near.

Let me have industry — and know you are my guide.

Let my center rest in you, Lord.

(Letter #3,763)

Ready to walk the way you would have me go, Lord.

Ready to say the things you would have me say.

Yet am I ready to do what you would have me do?

Today, under bright skies, Lord, make me ready.

(Letter #3,762)

Like a shoot, my feet walk on new ground.

Your dictates, Lord, still a mystery. Why this way, and not that? Will fresh need be met with fresh supply? Is this path so novel as to be unwritten?

Let me live your plan, Lord, even as new life courses through me.

(Letter #3,761)