Dear God, the turmoil in my mind is almost always unnecessary, arising from self-instigated worry, and bending to no good end. I face a new day, a blank slate, and yet my termite mind fills it already with catastrophe.
Lord, breathe into me. Wash away my frantic thoughts. Slow my heart, slow my twitching reactions.
Let me view the happenings in the world as a river flowing by. Even where there are rocks and rapids, there is a fundamental direction. Let me be pulled along. Let me not struggle. Let me relax my grip.
Thy will be done.
(Letter #895)
Daily Letters to God 