I am worried whether I will be enough. Will I know what to do or say? Will my energy suffice? Will I have lacked discipline?
Lord, your will for me is inexorable. I will come to rest where you have ordained, regardless of whether it feels as if the day was successful or a failure.
Why, then, must I fret? Self-regard dogs me and I wish for praise, comfort, ease.
Let me walk in the direction you point.
(Letter #1,956)
Daily Letters to God 