Dear God, I am weary; send me strength. I worry and fret over how I will meet my obligations, how I will get it all done. So little time. So little energy.
Lord, let me have greater faith. Let me submit to you, as a trusting child. I will do what I can do. You will make all well.
I am so small. I fear even leaving my home. Lift me, Lord, raise my spirits. Set my feet on the correct path and stiffen my spine.
Power me, O Lord. I need you today.
Dear God, the pathway is clear. Yet I hesitate. Why? Pride and sloth rivet me to the ground.
Lord, let me submit to your will for me, and act. Let me lean into this day.
Dear God, I see so wrongly; take the veil from my eyes. I see problems where there are gifts, troubles where there are opportunities. Too many days, I imagine myself beset on all sides by enemies.
Lord, the truth is the opposite. You have showered me with gifts, you scatter new opportunities all around my path, you deliver me friend after friend.
If only I will see rightly, I can see and have joy here and now.
Let me see rightly.
Dear God, what rules me? Where do I spend my time and attention? After what do I chase? For what do I long?
The answers are disappointing. I am ruled by so many selfish thoughts and feelings. I am ruled, in the end, by the acclaim of others – pursuing praise above all else.
Lord, grant me steadfastness.
The satisfactions of the outside world are false, and disappear like mist. I get the praise I seek and it is gone within moments. It leaves behind nothing.
Let me learn what is durable, Lord. Let me become closer to you, work harder for you, become more fearless for you. Let me discover the satisfaction of knowing I did my best to be your servant.
Dear God, even as my behavior is correct, my motives are faulty. I inwardly wish more for myself than is my portion, I wish ill to befall those who hurt me, I wish for complete freedom without consequence.
Lord, seep into me and make my inner life clean. Let me become transparent so that all can see the beacon you have lit in my heart. It is obscured with dark intent – let these layers wear away and let me shine from inside to out. Let my intent to follow your will become equally as visible as my actions.
Dear God, make me ever more willing to act and act. Every leaf or twig out of place, every ill-placed footfall or wrongly-spoken word – each, as it comes into notice, is an opportunity for guidance. Lord, show me what you would have me do to make corrections, and let me become willing to do it.
I am afraid. I fear I will not get the notice I desire, that my actions will become criticized, that I will gain infamy, that I will never become more than I am now. I face this cauldron of worry as if it were all regret, wistful wishes made at the end of a struggling life.
Oh, Lord, bring my soul and mind back to this moment. Tell me the way I should walk, and make my feet go that way. Let the willingness follow along.
Shove me in the right direction, Lord.
Dear God, what is it that there is different between this morning and the one before? Or the one to follow? My part in each is the same: to awaken and begin to seek your will for me. The routine tasks of preparing the day provide a steady rhythm. The slow drumbeat of each day following its brother soothes me.
Yet on this day, the morning quickens my heart. Some mystery lurks around the corner, a surprise prepared with dimensions only I can see. You made it for me.
O, Lord, you thrill me! Why do I so often flee in terror from this celebration you have arranged?
God, let me be attentive to these feelings coursing through my body. The hastened breath, the tightened belly. I am the racehorse at dawn, quietly chewing oats, knowing that soon I will called to race.
Lord, let me make ready to run.