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.