Tuesday, November 10, 2020

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)