Abundance born of rain and heat.
Joy from weeping nights.
Ease after bone-wearying labor.
This corner of sanctuary was always here waiting for me. You pointed along the path, yet it appeared too dull; I set out into the wilderness.
The others at rest here, did they come through the same gauntlet? What might I share, Lord, of my own experience?
Abundance, joy, ease. It was here all along.
(Letter #2,534)
Daily Letters to God 
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