Dear God, I consider the day ahead. Even in this limited look forward I encounter worry and fear. Out of self-protection, I draw a tighter circle around my thinking, limiting, limiting it to the here and now.
Yet this I do out of desperation. It is not devotion to this moment but fear of the future that spurs me to think so.
Lord, why can I not look forward and view the gathering storms with equanimity, even joy? The ride will be fun! Yet I cleave to my slow path and cower, pretending it to be virtue.
The future will be a string of moments, no more nor less then the one now. Let me look upon them fondly, just as I do this one I am in. Lord, you are and will be with me throughout. If all is well, then too all will be well.
Grant me eyes to see truth, Lord, and the joy it contains.