You are always with me; your arms always hold me; I am ever under your grace.
What news? Therefore there can be none. Always peace.
Tides, weather, war, moods — they come and go.
Left behind, a clearing with you, and me. Your will driving mine, whether I see or no.
No news, Lord: only you.
(Letter #3,759)
Daily Letters to God 
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