Speaks to me directly.
"What are you doing, Dorothy?" He
Asks.
"I'm fretting," I admit, as though He
Doesn't already know.
"Why?"
"Because I'm not trusting You."
"So, what do you plan to do about it?"
"To get back on track, Lord,
Forgive me."
And when I hand my frustration to Him
I'm at peace again.