[2008-05-19 - 2:40 p.m.] - the prayer

An implacable nervousness has gripped our hero! Something strange goes on 'twixt her ears, and she has countless dark imaginings.

Here is my prayer:

Ahura Mazda, lord of plenty, thank you for delivering me into the safety and wealth of resources that has yielded the opportunities that now surround me. Please let me act out your plan with perfect precision and grace, let all my decisions be informed by you; please give me peace of mind, but not at the cost of my effectiveness. Help me to be humble but strong, powerful and not afraid, for the good of your works.

Amen.
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