Is the real here, in the lonely quiet before dawn? Or at noon in the market place, all bustle and action?
In the quiet, it is easy to understand how you support me. The soft voice easily heard even as a whisper.
In the crowd, your voice fades, your grace disappears like mist.
Strengthen my hearing and trust in the quiet times, that when you come to me at noon I will listen.
It is in the crowd that I need you, Lord.
(Letter #2,987)
Daily Letters to God 
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