(adapted from Metropolitan Philaret of Moscow, 1867)
O God, I do not know what to ask of you.
You alone know my true needs and love me more than I know how to love.
I ask neither for cross nor consolation, but only that I may discern and do your will.
Teach me to wait in patience with an open heart, knowing that your ways are not our ways, and your thoughts are not our thoughts.
Help me to see where I have erected idols of certitude to defend myself from the demands of your ever unfolding truth: truth you have made known to us in the one who is the truth, our Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.
