Dear God, what are my duties this day? Each march takes me along a similar path. Am I to perform the same tasks each time?
Within each moment, though I may be restricted, you yet provide me infinite choice: I might place my foot there, not here; I might grasp that limb, not this one.
Let me feel the span of the world unfold in the smallest footfall, dear Lord. Let me approach the ordinary unspooling of the day as I might a ceremony. Each small element is a new opportunity to make more perfect the whole.
Let this be my devotion.
(Letter #1,540)
Daily Letters to God 
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