Comfort from the Confessions of a Saint

"Who am I? I have been told that I suffer the days of misfortune with serenity, smiles and pride, as someone accustomed to victory. Am I really what others say about me? Or am I only what I know myself? ...Bedeviled by anxiety, awaiting great events that might never occur, fearfully powerless and worried for friends far away, weary and empty in prayer, in thinking, in doing, weak and ready to take leave of it all. Who am I? They mock me these lonely questions of mine. Whoever I am, you know me, Oh God, you know I am yours."
-Poem: Who Am I?, 1944
Dietrich Bonhoeffer

I must borrow from a friend today...who somehow often seems to be considering similar things.
These words are much more well written than any I could write for the way I've felt recently. Well, minus the fact that I am not often in prayer as often as I should be.