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)