The lion may go hungry, the king’s treasury may deplete.
And yet, as I emerge from my dwelling place, standing before all that is, I see plenty. Power flows through this land for your children, my sisters and brothers.
All that this day demands, will be given by the day. O what peaceful skies to walk under! O what providence and grace!
Let me glide smoothly, untroubled, through your lands.
(Letter #2,458)
Daily Letters to God 
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