Lately my mind has been so occupied with the things I don’t have that I miss the things I do. I want a bigger life but I resist the courage for it. I want the perfect mate but I resist the boldness required to become master of my domain and lover of myself. I pray that instead of receiving some self-determined objectives that you direct me to where you’d have me go. Show me the people you’d have me know. Remove the barriers that arise in my keeping me from the castle in the sky.
Divine Creator, what I think I want is irrelevant, instead, I pray that you constantly fill me up, and use me up, that I might know the profound joy and peace, effortlessness and love of being a messenger of you and worker of miracles.