Walking across a grassy field, a trickling and winding stream. I step over easily.
Lord, here is the power you promised. These drops, collected into a flowing body, later to join a mighty river.
Which drops will support great barges? Which will wear away cliff faces?
They all will. We all will.
I will.
(Letter #3,765)
Daily Letters to God 
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