If I am a candle, then I glow for others. Of what use is a single, unseen flame? You made me, Lord, to shine your light.

Let me accept the spark that lights me, let me accept the mantle upon which I am set.

Let me glow.

(Letter #3,941)

What did I plan? Now the time has come, and I waver.

Ought I redouble my efforts? Open myself to new ideas? Await a sign?

Enter my will, Lord, and guide this ship.

(Letter #3,940)

Calamity may await outside, but here in this room it has not yet touched.

The floor needs sweeping; the baseboards washing. Hold my hand, Lord, balm for my woes, while I mop. Even as a sword dangles overhead, let me turn to simple chores.

Let me then greet the outside day with an orderly heart. Let me make space for you, Lord, to hold fast my hand even in tumult.

(Letter #3,939)

You will choose the day and hour of rescue, Lord, I need but trust.

When the deluge strikes, and the worries rise, can I feel you near and recall your promise?

O let me feel your embrace, Lord, and grant me greater faith. You are coming, you are already here.

(Letter #3,938)

Lord, you have made me for this day, and this day for me. Let me fit myself to the day and the task.

(Letter #3,937)

I draw near to you, trying my best to be be worshipful and worthy.

So far from the mark, so unequal to the task.

I judge even my own prayer!

Come to me, comfort me, Lord. Never have you abandoned me, even when I abandoned you.

(Letter 3936)

In the early dark.

I already have a mood, how can this be? Nothing yet has happened.

My response is a cloud of mist, forming and then dissipating.

Grant me new awareness, Lord. A fresh outlook is always available.

The day is potential.

(Letter #3,935)

You have made me for this day. Will I be enough?

It was so yesterday, and the day before. Why not today?

As I accept myself, so do I accept you, Lord.

Soothe myb worries, Lord. You are sufficient unto the day, then so must I be.

(Letter #3,934)

I doubt; help me in my disbelief. These trials press in. Lift me up out of this box canyon.

Lord, point me toward the way of overcoming. Take away the doubt, and let me soar.

My fellows who cower in fear, the ones pressed down, the ones threatened by the mob: let them see my flight and have hope.

(Letter #3,933)

Hear me, in my silence. I need not even speak, and you know my needs.

Shadows encroach; can I block them out by barring the door? They come nonetheless.

Only light can fight away the shadows. Come, Lord, light a candle for me.

(Letter #3,932)