Everyday the mail brings the thousands of letters and you hand over to Me personally hundreds more. Yet I do not take the help of anyone else even to open the envelopes. For you write to me intimate details of your personal problems believing that I alone will read them and having implicit confidence in Me. You write each one only a single letter that makes for Me a huge bundle a day, and I have to go through all of them. You may ask how I manage it? Well I do not waste a single moment.