I lift up my eyes

          to the hills.

From where

   does my help come?

My help comes

    from the LORD,

who made heaven

                and earth.

            Psalm 121. 1-2

(I awoke in the night,

a little overwhelmed,

panic creeping

          into my heart.

And I felt the LORD saying,

"Have you

      asked Me about it?"

Asking,

listening,

trusting,

responding.

His peace thrives

       in impossible places.

God enlarges my vision

     as I wait on Him

          and walk with Him.)

O LORD,

Align our hearts with Yours.

Let not fear and anxiety

    drain us

    and distract us

from the task before us

or cloud our vision.

Please show us

    Your way,

Your scarlet thread

      through the brambles,

even through what is

          too strong for us,

even in what

     we cannot understand,

even in this.