Let the course of the day, how I live, be my devotion. How I step through each turning, how I bend and lift each new burden, how I carry the broom to sweep – let me bring careful attention to each act.
This day, raw wood. Let me form it into a treasure box, strong and lovingly adorned, containing all the gifts I will pass along to my brothers and sisters.
This day, blank canvas. Let me paint a picture of peaceful meadows. Each step I walk today, another brushstroke.
This day, devoted to you, Lord.