Dear God, what is it that there is different between this morning and the one before? Or the one to follow? My part in each is the same: to awaken and begin to seek your will for me. The routine tasks of preparing the day provide a steady rhythm. The slow drumbeat of each day following its brother soothes me.
Yet on this day, the morning quickens my heart. Some mystery lurks around the corner, a surprise prepared with dimensions only I can see. You made it for me.
O, Lord, you thrill me! Why do I so often flee in terror from this celebration you have arranged?
God, let me be attentive to these feelings coursing through my body. The hastened breath, the tightened belly. I am the racehorse at dawn, quietly chewing oats, knowing that soon I will called to race.
Lord, let me make ready to run.
(Letter #1309)
Daily Letters to God 
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