Parable.

Your feelings are like a man sitting in a car, who becomes anxious over his own wants. The man begins to sweat, which causes the inside of his windshield to fog up, and the man cannot see out of it. The man uses his windshield wipers to get the fog off of the glass, but it is useless. “I can’t see, Lord,” the man cries out, “please, cure me of my blindness!” If the man were to clean the inside instead of the out; if he were to wipe away the product of his own worrying he would see, and know, I Am; and he would give up trying to lead, and he would follow My taillights.