Timothy Boggess describes it as the best, the most perfect prayer he ever heard:
It came out of the mouth of a six year-old boy.
His mother told me about it, soon after it happened.
The boy and his mother were at the local swimming pool,
and the son was standing at the deep end,
toes curled over the edge.
He was still unsure of himself in the water.
So he stood there, for what seemed like a very, very long time.
And just when it seemed that he was going to back away from the edge,
the boy looked up to the sky,
and he put his hands together,
and he said:
“O Lord, give me skills, or give me gills!”
And he jumped.[i]
There’s a prayer for you:
Give me skills, or give me gills. Pretty much covers all the bases:
Lord, give me what I need to overcome what I am facing;
but if you won’t do that, give me what I need to endure it.
Give me skills, or give me gills.