My tidy rooms need tending each day. When I retired last eve, all was in order. Now there are repairs to be made and messes to clean.
Daily, Lord, I try to draw near to you. Each dawn I strive anew. Yesterday’s joy has dissolved like a mist in sun.
Let my simple work be sufficient to the day, Lord.
Thy will be done.
(Letter #2,592)
Daily Letters to God 