You went before me and prepared the tasks. Tools laid out, material at the ready, instructions clear.
Miracle of grace, you yet love me when I fail in even the simplest work!
Soften my breath, Lord, in face of both trial and ease. Shine upon me, sweet sun, dear friend, great consoler.
Every worry and woe was already known. Even chaos planned. Let me seek in each its purpose.
(Letter #2,761)
Daily Letters to God 
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