Dear God, let me recognize today how abundantly you support me. I look ahead to challenges and hope for small measures of success – why do I not expect great bounty?
By anticipating only meager support, I tragically limit my outlook. Around me is no wasteland but a teeming forest. Life overflows all around, resources drip from every branch.
Lord, let me breathe deeply and smell the morning. Let my heart quicken and my legs tremble as before a race. Let me run eagerly through the woods and drink from the clear pools.