You work yourself to exhaustion. Each day's march is long and tiring. You flog yourself forward, calling it virtue. Your fatigue makes you bitter. Life's sweetness is lost on you. You believe it is my will for you to be long-suffering. You speak of duty and not beauty. Stop. Do not go one inch farther forward. Put down your burden. Place all of your cares and concerns into my hands. Surrender your trying. Rest in me for a while. Allow the world to spin forward with out your shoulder to the wheel.
What do you see when you stop? You see that you are exhausted. Give me your fatigue. Do not deny how you feel. You are lost and confused without your job. It is abruptly clear that work served you, giving you a false sense of security. Rather, allow me to work through you. Do not muster your own resources. Use mine.
I am a limitless energy in which you can rest. Allow me to cue you as to when you strive and when you allow all striving to cease. Together, we can forge your meaning in me, in my timing; I ask you to rest and to recreate that I may express myself in your newfound and joyous energies.
This is a prayer found in Julia Cameron's beautiful little book called, Answered Prayers, Love Letters From The Divine