Father of mercies, Quiet our anxious thoughts and help us to be still before you. We confess that we do not run to you as our refuge and strength, but turn to many other sources of hope and help when our souls are troubled. When our lives fall apart and our hearts are like roaring and foaming seas, we are prone to fear you, accuse you, hate you, and feel abandoned by you. Father, thank you for your presence with us in our joy and our sorrow, in our strength and our weakness. We praise you that you work all things, even our own sins for our good and for your glory.