The crosses which we make for ourselves by a restless anxiety as to the future, are not crosses which come from God. We tempt Him by our false wisdom, wishing to forestall His arrangements, and struggling to supplement His Providence by our own providence. The fruit of our wisdom is always bitter, and God suffers it to be so that we may be discomfited when we forsake His Fatherly guidance. The future is not yet ours; perhaps it never will be. If it comes, it may come wholly different from what we have foreseen. Let us shut our eyes then to that which God hides from us, and keeps in reserve in the treasures of His deep counsels.

François Fénelon, The Dialogues of Fénelon, ed. Mark Hamby (Waverly: Lamplighter Publishing, 2007) p. 53.