At the bitter end of a box canyon, you built me a trail up and out.
In a bare room with one bulb, comes a door.
I thought the river had dried up, but it had only shifted course. Cool water appeared steps away from my old wading spot.
Supply, providence, rescue – never from where I would have thought.
You are the Lord of surprise! Let me sigh with gratitude.
(Letter #2,596)
Daily Letters to God 
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