I come to you, Lord, seeking relief, yet you offer bounty of myriad sorts.
Face I trial? You are my defender.
Face I penury? You provide.
Face I woe? You are a balm.
Face I enemies? You upend the field of battle.
Never do I expect the form your gifts do take. Let me live in happy expectation of sweet rescue.
Let me live in expectation of your peace.
(Letter #2,714)
Daily Letters to God 
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