Something beautiful.

Whenever I crave something written with a whole lot of beauty, insightful-ness, and something to still me, my go to read is anything by Frederick Buechner.
  I have a book of his of daily meditations called Listening to Your Life.
This excerpt, found in his book of daily meditations, was taken from his novel The Final Beast--

  "Once in the rain.  She lays her hands on your head, and the prayer is really just her talking about you to him.  She could be talking to anybody, nothing fancy.  Once she even laughed because he already seemed to be doing what she was asking him to do, not a creepy laugh, but the way if a child does something especially clever.  She said it was amazing what God could do on his own sometimes.  What she asked for him to do for me was to walk back through my memory, as though it was a long hall.  She asked him to open all the closed doors, and to bless whatever he found inside."

It's a pretty fearless way to live/pray/be.  Trusting God to open those doors and bless whatever he finds inside.