My day of strength is upon me and I feel like I can do anything asked. Now I have to hesitate. A trap is laid before me to go along to do my own working and plans. I’ve been here before. I pause to remember “frail”. Today I remember this is what I am, and in my condition I have my eyes opened. When frail I am not strong. I can easily be broken. I can easily be led astray and be morally weak. I need to go before the throne for any real strength.