Dear God, these plans circulating through my mind make me ever more frantic. Under their lash, I misperceive your gifts.
I come before you begging for strength to match my intentions. Where then is my acceptance of your will? What room do I leave for obedience?
Lord, let me abandon the self-writ tragedy of my small plans. Let me seek and follow your direction.
(Letter #1,567)
Daily Letters to God 