Dear God, if you speak to me from the mouths of others, then I must not retreat from my fellows. I must go out and meet them.
Where I have harmed, where there is wrong, I must make repairs.
Lord, let me draw near to you through all these people you present to me. Let me see each as speaking your words – and let my acts toward them be ones of devotion.
While I slept, you filled my pack with all the supplies I will need this day. You placed others to greet me along the road. You arranged challenges to strengthen me, areas of rest to soothe me.
Now, I have but to start my walk. Let me sing.