A woodworker at their bench, building a simple stool.
Who will sit on it? A farmer at chores? A student, reading? Me, building another stool?
Let the legs be even, let the seat be sturdy. Let no delicate finery occlude its purpose.
Lord, let me build for you, as you build for me.
(Letter #3,418)
Daily Letters to God 
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