My child, your trust is being stretched and you’re desperately trying to grasp hold of something to relieve your discomfort. But nothing seems within reach. Will you allow Me to craft your soul during this most propitious time? It will last only a short time and will win for you a beautiful bounty of blessings.
I feel like I’m on the rack getting pulled every which way. And You’re right, everything I try to grab on to seems to disappear in thin air. There is no heroism in my soul. I wish I could do better.