Dear God, distractions turn my attention away from you and toward the worldly. But this, too, is your design — for me to leave self and walk with my fellows.
Let me serve those whom I see as vexation. Crush these, my selfish intentions, Lord, my plans and narrow designs. Leave behind an open plain that I may husband new growth.
These shadows who come and go: they are sowers sent by you. Let me see them for the treasures they are.