If you speak to me through the mouths of others, you must then also betimes speak to others through me.
Is my tongue worthy of your words, Lord? Are my hands worthy of your deeds?
My feet take me in your direction, can I even know when and where I will finally rest? With whom, finally, I will have discourse?
The river is patient with the mountain through which it cuts a valley. Smooth stones did not start that way. Let me end up in the right place, Lord.
(Letter #2,798)
Daily Letters to God 
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