Here is a prayer by Henri Nouwen. It speaks deeply to me because, much as I’d like to deny it, most often I do stand before God with clenched fists. Dear God, I am so afraid to open my clenched fists! Who will I be when I have nothing left to hold on to? Who will I be when I stand before you with empty hands? Please help me to gradually open my hands and to discover that I am not what I own, but what you want to give me. And what you want to give me is love, unconditional, everlasting love. Amen.
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