Dear God, let me see through this veil. All these events around me seem so real, and my reactions and emotions equally so. Someone praises me, and I swell. Someone criticizes me, and I shrink. Vulnerability becomes apparent, and I tremble.
Lord, grant me vision that pierces these illusions. I have sufficient resources unto the day, and gifts heaped all all about me — forgotten treasure. The shadowy figures who mill around me, murmuring into my ear, are ghosts.
Lord, let me make for myself an accounting of all these gifts you have long since delivered to me. Let me see reality, your constant support and love, and recognize the misty nature of my reactions. My feelings bear so little relation to reality: I hear harsh words, and I react as if a stone had been hurled.
Grant me faith, Lord, and make this my reality. Let me see the world through a new lens. Let me view all who come to me as sent by you.
Thy will be done.