It is high time to stop and think.
I have been like one running a race
and am stopping to take a breath.
I see that if I would be happy in God,
I must give Him all.
And there is a wicked reluctance to do that.
I want Him--but I want to have my own way, too.
I want to walk humbly and softly before Him,
and I want to go where I shall be admired and applauded.
To whom shall I yield?
Or to myself?
~Excerpt from Stepping Heavenward by Elizabeth Prentiss~