I have long taken comfort in this prayer of Saint Birgitta of Sweden, whose feast we keep today.
O Lord, make haste and illumine the night.
Say to my soul that nothing happens without Thy permitting it, and that nothing of what Thou permittest is without comfort.
O Jesus, Son of God, Thou Who wast silent in the presence of Thy accusers, restrain my tongue until I find what should say and how to say it. Show me the way and make me ready to follow it.
It is dangerous to delay, yet perilous to go forward. Answer Thou my petition and show me the way. As the wounded go to the doctor in search of aid, so do I come unto Thee. O Lord, give Thou peace to my heart. Amen.