I am alive.
God/source/life force is inside of me, because I am breathing.
God wants us to prosper, or humans wouldn’t be here.
There is endless abundance in this universe.
Things can turn around in an instant.
I expect magic to happen. Now.
I let go of everything that is worn out and hasn’t worked.
God knows of my needs.
Miracles happen every day.
I don’t need to figure it out, I’m not God.