Early this morning, the sky was clear and sharp, visibility unrestricted. I could see small details on the mainland, clearly distinguish a ship on the ocean. But now the humidity has risen and my vision is impaired. I have difficulty making out a barge in the bay, and the houses near us are becoming blurred. My sense of the future s\is like that; sometimes I make plans as if the future were mine alone to control, commanding and governing all facets of tomorrow’s arrival. At other times, I can barely distinguish the next hour, uncertain and fearful. I think you, Lord, that you have tomorrow in your grasp, that I can close my eyes, place my hand in yours, and walk with confidence. Thank you for reassuring me that your vision is always for my good—your love for me always clear-eyed. Amen.