In the dawn, I heard your whisper, Lord. All is well, all is well.
A child, I cling to your reassurance.
I have been working hard to earn your praise; little did I recall that your grace pours out over all of us. You do not love me more if my rooms are tidy and my walkway swept.
All is well, all is well.
Let me remember.
(Letter #3,943)
Daily Letters to God 