Amelia Earhart's poem

Courage is the price that 
Life exacts for granting peace.

The soul that knows it not
Knows no release from little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear, 
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear the sound of wings.

Nor can life grant us boon of living, compensate 
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate 
Unless we dare 
The soul's dominion. 
Each time we make a choice, we pay 
With courage to behold the resistless day, 
And count it fair.

- Amelia Earhart

right now

"Lord, help me to glorify You. I am poor - help me to glorify You through contentment. I am sick - help me to honor You through patience. I have talents - help me to praise You by using them for You. I have time, Lord - help me to redeem it by using it to serve You. I have a heart to feel - let me feel no love but Yours, and let my heart glow with no flame but my affection for You. I have a brain to think - help me to think of You.

Lord, You have put me in this world for a reason - show me what that is and help me work out my life purpose. I can't do much, but as the widow put in  her two mites - which was everything she had - I place my time and eternity into Your treasury.

Lord, I am Yours - take me and enable me to glorify You now in everything I say, in everything I do, and with all that I have." - Charles Spurgeon