Friday, August 24, 2018

Dear God, like a race horse trembling before the starting gate, I am eager to act. Ready to go. Yet if I look with care at myself, I am rudderless. I bound off in all directions and scatter myself.

Lord, direct me into usefulness. I am ready to serve. Let me do so.

Grant me knowledge of your will for me, and the power to carry it out.

(Letter #1322)