Dear God, the tasks of the day, they already crowd in upon me. So early, yet my mind reels even in the dawn.
I speak to you: Help me, Lord. Settle my thoughts.
I am seeking calm and relief. This, its own sort of obstinacy. My desperate longing for tranquility is resistance to living.
The day you have designed just for me brings with it moment upon moment, each its own experience and challenge. Yet I shrink from these gifts.
Let me have acceptance, Lord. Let this obstinate self-pity fall away, shrivel, wither.
Let me expose fresh, pink skin to the world and smile at your unfolding love.