Dear God, when your guidance is offered, grant me grace to listen. I am preoccupied with selfish pursuits; their noise drowns out your whispers. Self-created winds blow away your voice.
Is this, too, your will for me? That I must lean in if I am to hear you? That I must find a path toward stillness?
I mistake calm for an end in itself. Yet even in stillness there is work to be done. Serenity is a clearing in which you invite me to hear you.
Let me listen with attention, dear Lord.