Frightened of things I must do, I ask for strength. What if your will for me is to experience failure, and thus learn compassion?
Worried about lack, I ask for supply. What if your will for me is to experience charity, and thus learn humility?
Lord, let my faith in you be blind. I ask and ask – let me instead trust in your love.
Thy will be done.
(Letter #2,233)
