Dear God, let me cease all struggle today. I resist obligations, I strain against restriction, even in rest my thoughts tumble one after another. There is no rest.
Let me obediently attend to what is before me, willingly walk these paths, quietly live in this moment and not pine for others.
Thy will, let it wash over me as a river, overcoming my struggling, narrow ways. Your currents, Lord, let them carry me forward to calm waters.
Dear God, you guide me; let me feel your leading.
You protect me; let me recognize your shield.
You strengthen me; let me stand rooted and still.
You shower me with bounty, Lord. Let me see these piles of ready treasure in every corner.
I am so blind and insensible. And yet you love me still.
You knock at my door and I cower, frightened of what may come. Grant me willingness, Lord, to stand, shuffle over to the entryway, and open. You wait before me, at the threshold, a glowing beacon of love. Let me become illuminated.
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.
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.
Dear God, make me ready to learn your lessons today. Open my eyes, still my tongue. In my trials, let me listen for your voice. What are you teaching me? How would you have me perfected?
When winds blow, I cower and hide under covers. I neglect the rootedness of my feet, I forget your protecting arms.
In the gale, let me learn the lesson of obedience and faith. You anchor me, Lord, while others shift.
Let me offer myself as a steadfast tree. Let them grab my limbs, Lord.
Dear God, let me not be slothful. When none load me with burdens, let me not retire in idleness, but use the time, your gift, to good purpose.
Grant me this diligence, O Lord.
Dear God, make me diligent. Make me accepting. Make me generous. Direct me towards humility.
Let me listen for your guidance. Moment by moment, in all the small things, direct me.