Bare ground. Hot sun. A shovel.
Am I to dig a ditch, Lord? Are you teaching me to love even hard labor?
Am I to form a cave and shelter from the heat? Dig a well? Are you teaching me the fruits of human industry?
Am I to unearth buried treasure? Are you teaching me providence and grace?
Lord, make me willing to learn all your lessons.
(Letter #2,307)
