Although my soul is rich with the experience of many lifetimes, each day is a challenge, for my life is continually changing. I know it is Thy will that I exist; I also know that it is my fault when my life is out of balance. Help me on the sea of life to overcome the constant storms. When I am lonely and afraid, let me hear Thy voice in the darkness. Thy will, dear Lord, not mine be done. Only let me feel the nearness of Christ and I know that I can face the many problems that come into my life. Teach me to let go and not cling to earthly security. I ask for Thy divine power to enter my body and soul, healing all the hurts that are harbored there. Help me to release myself from all false ideas and security. Put in my hand the staff of true light, so that I may see which way to direct my soul. Help me to accept constant changes and to know that as I experience each new day in Christ, I come nearer to the Savior of mankind.
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The pathology of the poet says that the undevout astronomer is mad the pathology of the very plain man says that the genius is mad and between these extremes, which stand for ten thousand analogous excesses, the sovereign reason takes the part of a moderator and does what it can. I do not think that there is a pathology of the occult dedications, but about their extravagances no one can question, and it is not less difficult than thankless to act as a moderator regarding them.