The same sun rises each day, whether upon sweet harmony or cold chaos.
I sit, mulish, fearing the coming burdens. What if you are to lade me with treasure upon treasure, due to my love ones? It is so heavy, yet the duty so light.
Let my thoughts go always towards you, Lord. My mind darts here and there. Yet the day can be simple: seek and do your will.
And this might the treasures unfold.
(Letter #3412)
Daily Letters to God 