Dear God, impel me today. Be the wind at my back, inexorable. How unsettled I often feel when buffeted by storms, when blown this way and that like a paper cup. Yet at other times I yearn for the direction you provide, your strong and steady guidance.
Where is the difference? Why is one gust chaos, yet another shows up as loving direction? The fault is inside me.
Lord, you drive me toward your will, and it is up to me to submit to being moved. This chaos I feel is my own useless struggle against the wind.
I whip this way and that, feeling blown, yet in truth I am my own source of unrest.
Sweet Lord, let me relax and sail on. Thy will be done.