God, I live the words spoken in the book of Job:
“A shiver of horror ran through me
and filled all my bones with fright.” (Job 4: 14)
I cannot move,
paralyzed between the worries of the past
and the anxieties about the future.
I continually cry out, “How did I get here?”
“What will become of me?”
Bring tranquility to my weary bones.
Unbind me from the burdens of yesterday,
dispel my fears of a tomorrow not yet set.
Grace me with the peace of Your psalmist:
“For You have always been my help;
in the shadow of Your wings, I rejoice;
my heart clings to You,
Your right hand supports me.” (Psalm 63: 7-8)
Amen.
— By a Columban Missionary