Each heartache an opportunity. Each failure a gift. Lord, let me see it so.
In penury I wish for sufficient resources. In trial, for acquittal. Lord, such limited aims.
Let my faith grow mountainous, my sweet friend. Here you sit with me, how can I not know of your power, your love, your way of life?
May I do thy will always.
(Letter #2,124)
Daily Letters to God 