Did you place the wall here to protect me, or to invite me to surpass myself?
Are these tangled, forking paths designed to lead me away from harm, or teach me to live with indecision?
There are no incorrect answers, for you rain grace upon me even after mistake upon mistake. The way opens, small step by small step, unfolding and unfolding.
Grant me equanimity in the face of uncertain burdens, Lord.