O! You are Providence.
You are a font of supply, meeting all my needs and satisfying desires I did not know I had. Wherefore, then, comes this worry?
Providence approaches, from the other side of the mountain, unseen. I need not see it; let me trust in its journey to me.
Let me give better thanks, Lord, that fruits of your love speed their way to me.
(Letter #1,701)
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