Dear God, slow me. Let me learn to wait. My thoughts dart from point to point. In the empty, quiet spaces, I fill them with noise and plans.
But let me wait. I go about my daily duties by rote, only altering course when I sense your leading. But in the absence of a clear command, let me wait. Let me do less, only the needful thing.
I fear sloth so, that I whirl throughout the day. Slow me, Lord.