They came for me in the night. I thought them robbers, sent to harm. They brought rescue.
I do not know what is good for me. I protect what I should trade away, I squander what I will need.
Lord, I am in the belly of a machine. Let me gladly be one gear in a series. Build with me, and let the world function.
Thy will be done.
(Letter #2,173)
Daily Letters to God 