How often, in all the moments of the day, can I thank you? How often know you are with me, under me, behind me? How often give myself over to you?
You are already with me, Lord. Why call out to you when you are here? My cries serve to remind myself of my dependence.
Let me stay close to you, Lord, for I am prone to wander.
(Letter #2,946)
Daily Letters to God 