Carry this poem with you and read it when Life's events seem overwhelming

"Peace" With eager heart and will on fire, I fought to win my great desire. "Peace shall be mine, " I said; but life Grew bitter in the weary strife.

My soul was tired, and my pride Was wounded deep: to Heaven I cried, "God grant me peace or I must die," The dumb stars glittered no reply.

Broken at last, I bowed my head, Forgetting all myself, and said, "Whatever comes, His will be done," And in that moment peace was won.

Henry Van Dyke