Does rescue bring joy? Then I shall needs be imperiled.
Does surrender being peace? Then I shall needs be vanquished.
In the morning, troops gather for a noon battle. The afternoon brings gnashing of teeth, yet tomorrow the sun rises on unclenched jaws and open hands. Who lost? Who won? What changed?
Tomorrow’s sun is the same as today’s. Let me love my life on the battle plain.
(Letter #2,789)
Daily Letters to God 