Dear God, I am so brittle. Let one aspect of my routine get disrupted, and I regard it as a crisis. Yet you have constructed me such that I benefit from constant variation and my duties, my challenges, my exertions. Faced with novel difficulties, I am both more prone to call to you for help, and more prone to thrive. Yet I view such episodes with terror.
Lord, let me eagerly anticipate your new directions. The more buffeting the winds, the more chaotic the challenges – the more let me accept and grow.
God, let me not shrink in fear from what you place before me, as if effort were a punishment and change were a torture. Your every gift is magnificent if I will but see it so.
(Letter #972)
Daily Letters to God 