I kneel in the morning gloom, and ask for knowledge of your will for me and the power to carry it out. I am frightened of the day’s journey and want comfort.
How will I know when the power has come to me? Is it strength you give? I am is weary at the start of a successful day as I am before a day of failure.
Trembling, step-by-step, I will walk while you clear stones from the way.
Improve my faith, Lord, that my meager resources will be enough. Your providence is its own form of strength.
(Letter #2,193)
