Carry this poem with you and read it when Life's events seem overwhelming

"Peace"
 With eager heart and will on fire,
 I fought to win my great desire.
 "Peace shall be mine, " I said; but life
 Grew bitter in the weary strife.

My soul was tired, and my pride
 Was wounded deep: to Heaven I cried,
 "God grant me peace or I must die,"
 The dumb stars glittered no reply.

Broken at last, I bowed my head,
 Forgetting all myself, and said,
 "Whatever comes, His will be done,"
 And in that moment peace was won.

Henry Van Dyke