Wracked by woe, then elated, joyful. How could I predict the day when my mood is so changeable?
Even in despair, Lord, you stand with me if only I will look. Dawn comes, sun warms, shivering limbs calm. Enemies poise, and you are as a shield wall.
Let me see what miracles I already have, Lord.
(Letter #2,759)
Daily Letters to God 
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