Retired impoverished, awakened to wealth. What changed? You were with me at dusk as equally now at dawn.
My eyes see the treasure, yesterday hidden and today heaped around me, a storehouse overflowing.
Your love, your providence.
If this wealth was always here, if I was always already among it — how much more might I expect in later days, when today’s unseen is revealed, tomorrow?
A daily miracle unfolding. An everyday miracle.
Today, tomorrow.
Your nearness, your peace.
(Letter #2,986)
Daily Letters to God 
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