Dear God, when I worry, you soothe me with reminders of all that I already have, these showers of gifts already delivered. And then on today’s march, you deliver yet more. Even on my neediest days, I rest at their end with enough
But Lord, let me become aware of the true gifts you hold out to me. These momentary items that rescue me, this sense of gratitude for my position compared to others’ – these are fleeting. The true gift you offer, Lord, is the conviction that all is already well. These other gifts are not needed, they are simply balm to smooth rough edges.
Lord, let me grow in my faith and awareness of how fundamentally you love me, your child.
All is well. Tell it to me. Make me believe. All is well.