I will meet you, in the open field, bug the creek, where we stop and stand together. The sun will shine down upon us, you will murmur encouragement in my ear.
The sunshine is you. The sweet, warm wind is you. The trickling stream by which we embrace in fellowship — you.
You are present to me, I am present to you.
Nothing can harm us.
(Letter #3748)
Daily Letters to God 