Meet me, Lord.
In the morning.
In the stillness at lakeside.
In the bustle of noon.
In the chirping crescendo of dusk by the pond.
In the exhaustion of eventide.
You come to me wherever I go, whenever I go.
O! Joy when you meet me.
You always meet me.
(Letter #3,772)
Daily Letters to God 
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