A river through the land. Broad and deep.
A trickling creek through meadow.
A cool stream sourced in the hills.
The water flows from the one to the other, why do we see the creek apart from the river? Are they not all, eventually, the sea?
Is one day in my life that different from another?
Let my days flow, Lord, without fanfare. Let me soothe parched land, and freshen the walk of the traveler equally.
(Letter #3,000)
Daily Letters to God 
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