This is part of a series of posts based on writing I did on personal retreat in October 2009. Read earlier posts in the series here:
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Merton cuts to the heart – again. When I pray “God help me!” it is more often a plea for an assistant than a declaration of complete surrender.
I plan to a fault. I manage to the last detail… until the slightest stray detail sends me into a fit of suffocation.
My lack of faith in God could not be more apparent in my preparing for tomorrow, in preparing for all those eventualities that he’s told me to trust him to take care of.
I have so much to learn about trust.
