I saw a delicate flower had grown up two feet high, between the horses' path and the wheel-track. An inch more to right or left had sealed its fate, or an inch higher, and yet it lived to flourish as much as if it had a thousand acres of un-trodden space around it, and never knew the danger it incurred. It did not borrow trouble, nor invite an evil fate by apprehending it. ~Henry D. Thoreau
Neither go back in fear and misgiving to the past, nor in anxiety and forecasting to the future, but be quiet under His hand, having no will but HIS. ~H.E. Manning
Taken from today's Daily Strength for Daily Strength
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