Dear God, hold my hand. Guide me through the day. Take me here and there, to the places you would have me act, at the times when you would have me do so. Let me not cast my gaze forward and forward, into my fantasies about tomorrow. Here, now: keep me here.
You take me by the right hand and guide me. My strong hand. The one that would be otherwise filled implements, tools, weapons even. But your strong hand fills mine and pulls me.
My weak hand is left to the work and I face a choice: pursue mastery and let go my grip on you, or accept your power and trust you to guide my work in all my clumsy weakness.
Let me trust you, O Lord! Even beyond my own imagined power. Let me not pursue mastery but instead dependence.
Let me, Lord, do your will, as simply as I can manage in all my personal weakness. Let me see my faith as all the sufficiency my tasks require. O my Lord, thank you for this sense of dependence.
Dear God, the fabric of my regrets is always made up of actions and attitudes toward others. My wrongs and shortcomings are never the deeds of a solitary soul. Even when I am alone in the acting, others are the objects. Even when there is no visible action, my attitudes are toxic.
How, Lord, may I better have a loving attitude toward all, those two vex me and those who try me? How, Lord, may I love those who challenge me, even when I sit alone in secret?
Shine down your love upon me, O Lord, not that I may receive it but that I may give it. I am subject to selfish and resentful thoughts, attitudes that can only be dispelled through your abundant love.
Set me aright, O Lord. Thy will be done.
Dear God, as I reflect on what is happening in my life, find that if I focus on the here and now I am completely fine. At this moment, there is no real trouble. Yet I have a feeling of unease as I consider what may happen in the future, even as near to me as just a few hours’ hence.
This worry about what may or may not happen later infects my attitude toward what is present now. Later’s worries become now’s woes. All this does, of course, is rob me of any peace of mind I may have currently.
These things, about which I worry later, may not come to pass at all. Indeed, when has what I fear as the worst ever happened?
Such worries squander today in favor of a dismal and distant tomorrow, one which may never come.
God, please let me acknowledge my current situation in its fullness. The fact is that I am just fine here and now. Let me please discern this, accept it, and be joyously grateful for it.
Dear God, let me use this day you have given me, use it as you would have me do. Let me conform my will with your guidance.
Let me not squander this one day, the only one I have in truth, on selfishness and sloth. Let me bring my full self to each moment, wasting none.
Grant me, O Lord, industry.
Dear God, these distractions, vexations, these trials – let me find it in my heart to be thankful for all. You have delivered each moment to me along with its content, placed it here, and me before it, for a reason. Physical pain, material privation, emotional upset – all planned and presented to me as a gift.
Lord, O Lord – let me see rightly. Let me see all the ways you save me and build me, all the ways you spur me to grow from child to adult. Even at the end of a blind alley, you place a door.
Who am I to imagine that I need rescue? I become fearful, but these looming figures are simply shadows. I steel myself, yet my strength is never called for. I prepare myself for disappointment, and yet gifts are showered upon me.
Only under self-sufficiency do I falter. Lord, grant me dependence. Let me give thanks for my surrender.
Dear God, I survey my interior life and find so much for improvement. Envy over the accomplishments of others. Regret over undone obligations. Selfish motives. Wrath and judgment aimed at those who vex me. Self righteousness. Self-pity.
Lord, let me not congratulate myself that this inner life finds no tangible nor obvious expression in action. It is there, seething inside, nonetheless. Let me please find a better way.
Direct my thought life, O Lord. My selfish mind contaminates even the kindest of my actions. Purify me.
Thy will be done.
Dear God, I limit you so, in my conceptions and my prayers. You are the foundation of the world, yet I ask for such minute trivia. Relief from worry. Solace from anguish. What matter such feelings? They are transient even without your intercession, yet I cry out for relief as if the feelings themselves were real.
O Lord, let my prayers to you be worthy of the power you hold. Let me not seek petty, small gifts.
Fill me with love, let it radiate out to others, let it heal and bring warmth to all. Let it move mountains, let it grow forests.
Let my aims, dear Lord, be worthy.