This day, the same as any other, equal to the best and the worst. You are with me when the sun shines and when the rain falls. How dare I judge one or the other?
Let me greet this day as precious, Lord, the only one I am to have. Great treasures will be unearthed, great battles won and lost, while a calm breeze blows.
This day, you have given me oak and maple. Am I to burn or build? Let me make the finest table that I can.
(Letter #2,131)
