Seek me in the morning, you said.
Even before the sun rises, there am I, on my cushion, alert in my rooms, looking to you.
Seek your face, you said.
Day after day, there am I, peering into corner after corner to seek your will.
Yes, Lord, yes. Your face I will seek. In the morning, I will seek.
Let your will be my will.
(Letter #2,930)
Daily Letters to God 
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