the highway I travel

I ask God to direct my steps. I have faith that He will. Why then when things get rough do I always wonder how I got here? Father, help me keep in my mind that when You bring me to it, You will get me through it. Help me not ask "why" but "when". Please give me Your heart to reach the lost. Give me that servants heart, help me not to want to "choose" who You want me to minister to, but be ready to minister to "whoever" you put in my "highway" Father, help me to always have a teachable spirit, a willing heart, and a stirring spirit. I love You.