Why fear the burdens this day delivers to me? A yoke on my shoulders, weary bones — but in the cart I pull is a heap of treasure, and I go through the village giving it away piece by piece.
Who could not love such a duty?
The treasure is good news. There is a plan. The word is this: All is well. All will be well. We are all well.
(Letter #2,791)
Daily Letters to God 
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