I have built a fortress upon a hill and behind a wall. Guarded by ramparts and filled with stores to last through three sieges.
But lo, this morning, I arise with a new song in heart and, leaving behind treasure and munitions, I set out to walk the trails and meadows of the woods. All I greet, I will tell that way to my castle where they can find food and rest.
Friend after friend, I will send up the hill with news of what comfort awaits. They will tell others. A city will grow, of love, based on providence.
When I return from your mission, Lord, there will be a community where there once was a weapon. The swords beaten into plowshares, the heaps of grain ground into bread.
You set me wandering, Lord. Let me carry your message.
(Letter #2,785)
Daily Letters to God 
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