I have dug a hole and into it put dead ambitions and yesterday’s opportunities. This morning I stand beside it, holding your hand, Lord, with no regret nor remorse at these losses.
Shall I now cover over the grave of yesterday and walk on new ground? Can I bear for my old self to disappear?
What moved me before now moves me not. What miracle is this?
I’ll walk on.
(Letter #2,485)
Daily Letters to God 
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