I awaken with yesterday’s ashes in my mouth.
Clear my thinking, Lord. Let me view this day with fresh eyes. All I grasped for yesterday, all that came my way, all my challenges – let these slip away. Let me take this day as seriously as I take the memory of the last.
Let me walk with light step towards this day’s duties. Let me do your will with glad heart.
Simple. Let me be simple today. Let me rightly see what is around me. Let me not add complication to unfolding events. Let me try to be helpful.
Grant me clear view into my own shortcomings and selfish motivations. Turn them around – let my desires become a channel for your work.
Let me take a simple pleasure, Lord, in advancing others toward their own happiness.
Let me try my best to enact your will.
O my fellows, my brothers and sisters! All around me, so many burdens carried.
So many woes. The one with fresh sorrow, the one with fear for the future, the other alone in a strange place, speaking little of the language.
By what right do I carry and proclaim my own worry? The stones I carry are of nothing, when I compare them to those dragged about by my neighbors.
Grant me, Lord, the wherewithal to drop even these light bits of gravel, and open my palms to help others.
Let me be you instrument of mercy.
All around me, Lord, are those with greater burdens, under greater pressures, then I am. They labor and sweat. They face tasks that bring fear in large measure.
And here am I, worried over narrow matters. Lord, let me be useful to these others. They carry such weight. Let me relieve one or two of them.
Surely this is your will, Lord, that I may be helpful to your children, my brothers and sisters.
Thy will be done.
Bit by bit, through practice and daily acts, my life has strengthened. What I used to fear now comes with greater ease yet, forgetting these new lessons, I still cower before today’s minor challenges.
Lord, my back is strong, my legs sturdy, my mind sharp. I have energy. These gifts of capability have you granted me. Let me not deny their use.
You have made me, Lord, for times such as these. Let me follow your guidance without worry and question.
I ask and ask for your aid and intercession. You do not grant every request; yet what I need I am always delivered. The error lies in my asking.
Lord, let me seek only what I lack. Grant me the sight to see what I already have.
Let me set my hands to work. You have already brought me, long since, what I need.
You dwell within me – why do I then look outside and all around for aid? Let me husband what is within.
How can all these things that come to pass be by your design, when they vex me so? Amidst woe, where is your will for me?
Lord, let me have the grace to ask. Let me seek after your will, even in the most trying times.
Let me feel my tiny hand in yours, even as gales blow and dust stings my eyes. Hold me fast, Lord, and let the winds strengthen me.