This day dawns as no accident. The false turns, the coincidental meetings, the surprise elations — all planned.
You made this day, and its contents, for me, Lord. What have I made, in return, for you?
Do I fashion an altar for worship in my rooms? Do I write song or sonnet in praise? Do I build a home, where you may dwell with me, and I with you?
Instead I walk through the day, filled with surprise and turmoil.
Let me build a home, Lord, of the pieces of my life.
(Letter #3,313)
Daily Letters to God 
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