O dear Lord, whisper to me, encourage me as I walk this day’s march.

Through meadows, through brambles, through deep woods, through pastures, through wilderness — a song forming in my heart.
Even in desolation, you are with me. Will you prepare the table you promised?
Even as I wait, let me do your will, Lord.
(Letter #2,916)
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