Psalm 121:1-2

I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth
A man in a checked shirt praying in a church, hands clasped together.

O Maker of Heaven and Earth, I confess that my eyes are so naturally drawn downward—staring at my obstacles, staring at my bank account, staring at my weaknesses. Looking down only leaves me discouraged and anxious. Today, I intentionally lift my eyes upward. My help will not come from my own cleverness or from worldly systems, but from You, the Almighty Creator who holds every galaxy and every detail of my life. I trust Your limitless power to help me today. Amen.