Dear God, you are with me regardless of circumstance. Yet I perceive you nearer and farther depending on my emotions. The error is mine. When desperate, I am in fact protected. When despondent, in fact I have reason for elation. When impoverished, I ought be grateful.
Lord, grant me equanimity. These feelings that wrack me – they pass like mist. They are not real, yet they move me so.
The sun shines upon even the wretched, dear Lord. Let its warmth soothe my joints. Let me learn to build my thoughts upon rock.