Dear God, I too often live in a world of plans and worries. My mind occupies itself with the spinning clockwork of future stratagems, arranging cascades of response and upcoming decisions. It is exhausting, dear Lord.
Yet this moment overflows itself with moments and events. I breathe. The air shifts. The chair presses against my legs. I feel each of these things and more, if only I notice, if only I live here in this moment. There is plenty right here to occupy my spinning thought.
Lord, let me be filled with the present. Let today crowd out tomorrow.