My healing faith

In July, I spent the whole month at home in California. My primary objective was to study for and take the second step in my licensing examination. The second was to resolve some anxiety issues I developed during the two years prior, that were related to longstanding feelings of inadequacy I had and never really got over. One of the things that I left home with was the decision to start praying again. This was my parents' idea. Mom told me not to make a big deal of it, just say a few words in the morning and go on with my day and just see how it goes. Ever since I came back from home I've been doing that, and honestly, I don't think I've seen better days. I've been working really really hard whenever I go to work, come home exhausted with no interest in seeing anyone or doing anything, but I still feel great about myself. Something about working so hard and learning so much has just been gratifying beyond all reason. I think it's partly because I'm back rotating through the field that I want to do for the rest of my life, so I'm naturally more interested; but I can't ignore the fact that I've added this little prayer to my routine. Every word of it has come true since I started reciting it, and I hope it always stays that way. So I thought I'd share my little prayer with you. In the morning on the subway on my way to work, I take a minute and close my eyes and say to myself, "Please let this be a good day. Let me learn, help, and let me think clearly. Please keep my family happy, healthy, and close to You, and please let me always be thankful." That's it. And it works. Who woulda thought?