Dear God, I approach my days as if I alone were responsible for my own and others’ well-being. I face myriad troubles. I become dispirited and overwhelmed. I forget even the prior day’s deliverance, the recent gifts of supply right when needed. You showered gifts upon me yesterday and will do so again.
Lord, let me see the reality of how supported I truly am. These problems I see are illusions. They grow out of wrong sight, out of forgetfulness of your love. Let me set aside these wrongheaded thoughts, and become like a trusting child who does not wonder whether he will receive, but rather when and how.
Let me remember to await delights. Thy will be done.