My Lord God, I do not know the place I’m going. I don’t see the street forward of me. I can’t know for sure the place it’s going to finish. Nor do I actually know myself, and the truth that I believe that I’m following your will doesn’t imply that I’m really doing so. However I imagine that the will to please you does in truth please you. And I hope I’ve that want in all that I’m doing. I hope that I’ll by no means do something other than that want. And I do know that if I do that you’ll lead me by the suitable street although I could know nothing about it. Subsequently will I belief you all the time although I could appear to be misplaced and within the shadow of loss of life. I can’t concern, for you might be ever with me, and you’ll by no means go away me to face my perils alone.

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