Dear God, trial, worry, and woe crowd in upon me. I am pressed on all sides.
Let me please recognize all the reasons I have for gratitude even under such circumstances. Let me go yet further – and indeed become fully grateful.
Lord, let me sing your praises even when troubled.
Dear God, let me better depend upon you. I face the day as if I were alone. Let me be aware deeply, at my core, of how you support me.
Yea, even those things that appear simple, over which I feel easy mastery: let me even then depend upon you.
Let my reliance on your supply be my discipline. Thy will be done.
Dear God, Grant me equanimity today.
My reactions to the world are so changeable, so filled with drama. Let me value the quiet response, the anonymous act, the light footfall on the path.
My nature is to call attention to myself. Let me instead be a gentle presence.
Lord, thy will be done today.
Dear God, I cry out for changed circumstances, but my true need is for improved reactions to the world.
I fool myself by believing that external events will bring ease to my inner life. No – I trouble myself in good times and bad. It is my inner life that ought instead to cry out for change.
Lord, let my reactions to the world improve. Let me have peace in good times and bad. Even under the harshest of conditions, let me thrive and be of good cheer.
Dear God, I seek relief from my cares and worries, victory over my troubles, comfort from my weariness. When so assailed, I call out to you.
But even as I cry your name, I have a core of selfishness. I seek you because I am troubled.
Lord, instead, how can I draw nearer to you so as to better serve – serve you, serve others? Victory over my personal troubles may bring comfort and ease. How, better, can it bring hope to my fellows?
Take away this lurking vestige of self, Lord. Make me, even among my sorrows, a beacon. Turn my attention over and over to my fellows, and away from my self.
Dear God, fear presses in upon me. What will happen to me? Who will criticize my efforts? Will I find sufficient resources? How will I meet my obligations?
These worries, Lord, are like old friends, repeatedly visiting. In truth they are ghosts, without substance: worldly criticism holds no power; resources are always provided; strength and supply are always forthcoming. You have never forsaken me. And yet — this is what I fear. I make monsters out of shadows.
Lord, I am your child. Let me stand as your child, speak as your child, act as your child — like my sisters and brothers, an heir to your estate built of love. Let me live this inheritance.
Dear God, my reliance on you is so often in words only, superficial and desultory. I pray to you that I might be supported and protected, while inwardly planning my self-sufficiency.
Lord, let me see clearly: am I dangling from your sturdy limbs, in which case I must hold fast? Or am I supported from below, able to relax in safety?
Lord, grant me vision, trust, faith. I am so self-protective.
Dear God, let me seek you in all the small events and tasks of the day. Let me deeply feel my dependence upon you, even in the face of the most routine occurrence.
Dismantle my self-sufficiency, my prideful feelings of capability. Let me instead rely upon you. Make me aware of all the ways I need support, moment to moment.
Dear God, I so easily succumb to panic and become useless.
Grant me assurance today. Let me trust and depend upon you to provide all I may need. Let me gaze out at the world calmly, aware that everything required is available.
Let me breathe deeply and slowly.
Dear God, cares of the world press inward. Lack of resources, fraught interpersonal relations, requirements of the workplace – they weigh upon me and I respond with worry and care.
This is the most ordinary kind of selfishness, the kind that sees the world through the lens of my own sense of security.
Lord, let me throw away these glasses and see things clearly. What I fear holds no real power, what I desire is false. Let me seek and accept your will today.