The worker must labor. The student must study. The disciple must accept discipline.
The lover must love — and accept love.
Lord, let me be fully who I am before you. The worker, the lover. Let my devotion be action.
The pathway leads away from my doorstep. You beckon me — let me rise and begin the march without grumbling.
There is a meadow, and a cool stream down the way. Simple treasures. The only way there is on foot.
Let me walk, Lord.
(Letter #1,827)
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