Dear God, each day you renew the sunshine pouring down upon me. The mercy, the joy, the love. Abundant each day, and I need but see it.
Yet I twist myself into knots of worry, self-pity, resentment. Wrapped and closed so tightly, how can I receive what you offer? I am like a twisted rag.
Lord, loosen my grip. Relax my tensing muscles. Coax open my eyes and let me see that night has passed. Dawn is peeking in with all your promise.
My home is at the edge of a forest full of ghosts. They dissolve as the sun rises. Grant me eyes to see this meadow. Grant me eyes to see your love.