The water of the ocean rises to the clouds, falls and becomes streams and rivers, and returns to the sea.
The child grows, creates a family, and bears offspring.
All is circulation. I awaken and wonder what will befall me. I see battles looming. Instead, let me be a member of your economy. Let me give and receive, take and pass on.
Let me be a step along the way of your design, Lord.
(Letter #2,059)
Daily Letters to God 
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