Dear God, when trouble comes, let me not respond with worry. You have told me that the world I encounter will contain challenge and vexation.
Yet, too, you shine upon me.
The sun warming me reminds that all will be well. All is well. The termites of worry are my own additions. They are reflections of how limited my reliance upon you truly is.
Let me stretch out in the warmth. Let the sunshine drive away these termites. Let me recall, at depth, that all is well.