My mind a hare, thoughts dart here and there. Furtive, sniffing the air for danger.
Higher self bridles the creature, contains it with chores and duties, plods out into the field. Obligations save me from distraction. Thus do the duties become an idol. Where would I be without?
Lord, let me accept my nature, love me as you love me.
First you saved me. Then you showed me I needed no rescue. Finally you taught me to share the news with my fellows.
Inconstant and imperfect, let me yet give thanks continually.
(Letter #2,833)
Daily Letters to God 
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