Dear God, out of infinite mercy, what do you hide from me?
Calamity, that I may not overworry for tomorrow? Success, that I may not puff myself up with hideous pride? Tragedy, that I may enjoy this day without the burden of future sorrow?
You limit me, Lord, to this day, this place. Let the boundaries within which I stroll be their own gift. Nothing here around me is too heavy for me to carry. Yea, let me carry others’ loads, if only for this day.