An oak standing alone, wind whipping around.
A light set sturdy above crashing waves on rocks, storms throwing spray.
You strengthen my back, that I may carry loads for my fellows, that I may withstand adverse conditions and provide relief.
The frightened will find shelter under the oak; the light will guide the tired mariners away.
Thank you, Lord. I am willing and ready for more.
(Letter #3,356)
Daily Letters to God 
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