Without the rest, without the freedom to be who He is, we make Him an idol, manageable and ready to do our bidding. No one gets to relate to God that way. It's not worship. Worship is responding to Him—He is I AM, and I am not.
Leading is rough on nights like this, but it's a good kind of rough. I'm not enough; the well of my inadequacy is bottomless. My only hope is to learn to drink from another well, to hope for and trust in streams of living water as He promised, to believe they will be enough for all our thirsty souls. Hitting my limits brings me to Him, so I'm thankful.