I was clay, unformed, before you gave me shape. Would I be human or beast? Unwrit potential.
This day dawns unformed and I have yet even to feel. What shall my attitude be toward your creation, Lord?
You prepare a table for me, laden heavy with providence, in the presence of my enemy and friend alike.
How could this be other than a day of joy? Let my heart come alive.
(Letter #2,713)
Daily Letters to God 
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