My ego is a raging storm that I cannot control. The harder I try, the more it overwhelms me. There are brief moments when it seems like I have tamed it, when it appears as if I have held the rains and winds at bay. But then the calm subsides, the storm overtake me, and I am filled with fear, pride, anger, envy, and lust once more.
My only hope is in God. My only defense is to pray. I cannot fix self with self.
Contemplation gives me space to feel free from this madness. Silence is my comforter. Solitude is my shelter.
From this garden of peace, I am safe and dry. But the storm rages on, waiting to drench me with the rains of fear and beat me down with the winds of pride and selfishness. The storm wants nothing more than to draw me out so that it can consume me.
The Lord is my protection. He will keep me safe as long as I stay near to Him.
~Robert Van Valkenburgh
Grappling With Divinity 
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