Now, in the quiet dawn, I lean toward you and you visit. Beset by worry, you are my balm in the cool morning.
While I am now comforted, is this truly when I need you? In this idle hour?
In the midst of action, when strength and will are called for — then is my need. Visit me at noon, Lord. Grant that I remember to call upon you then.
(Letter #4076)
Daily Letters to God 