What day is this, that calamity looms, and yet I smile and stroll the park?
Could it be that I realize you designed this day just for me — that an episode of woe is part of your design as surely as is joy. My task: to accept, to learn, to grow, to improve, to smile at my fellows.
Let me walk the park with a song, Lord.
(Letter #2,864)
Daily Letters to God 