This small patch of ground, upon which sits my chair and upon which I sit, slowly gathers up unto itself. This is where I am before you, Lord, this holy square of floorboards and carpet.
The village is filled with all kinds, the world hurtles forward in chaos and maelstrom. This small square is a raft of devotion.
Here, even on my knees, let me learn the joy of obedience. Though I be alone with you, let me share what I find.
(Letter #2,227)
Daily Letters to God 
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