They beckon me. I will wait.
The mob jeers. I will wait.
Friends call to me. I will wait.
Chores sit undone. I will wait.
I will wait here with you, Lord, while you smooth my hair and whisper into my ear. O, I am your child, your warrior. I carry your banner and you clothe me.
Later, such feats you will have me perform.
Now, here, I will wait. Build me, teach me, Lord.
(Letter #2,492)
Daily Letters to God 
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