Will I have strength for the day, Lord? Today’s march is daunting.
But what of failure? When have I not met nightfall when it came; when has dawn not arrived and I awakened? I worry over imaginary never-happenings.
As I walk, Lord, grant me grace to know your supply is constant, abundant, overflowing. I need not pace myself and measure out my strength — opportunities for rest will come, new power will come, restoration will come. All when needed.
The day will bring its own strength.
(Letter #3,465)
Daily Letters to God 