I was beaten, and you sent rescue.
I cried out in despair, and you sent relief.
I was crushed by lack, and you sent plenty.
Yet in these early hours, I sit terrified of what may come: sorrow, ignominy, judgment.
Lord, let me see the gifts and rescue you have always provided. I already rest beside heaps of wealth.
(Letter #2,384)
Daily Letters to God 