The world, perfect in its harmony. Blue sky, green grass, golden field.
When the storm comes and I struggle, when the flood comes and I gasp, when the drought strikes and I thirst — is your world in discord?
Is there harmony inside me, Lord? Is there balance?
Let me order the notes inside myself, let me be aligned with your will, let me see the storms become gentle showers.
Let me start with selfless love.
(Letter #2,861)
Daily Letters to God 
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