I scarcely inhabit myself.
Let me feel the ground underneath my feet. Let me feel the sofa cushion pressing against my legs. Let me feel the air on my skin.
I am not my body, but I am in it. Let me dwell where my body rests, Lord. Here is where you come to me.
My weakness brings your power. My blindness ushers forth insight.
The road through this day is harder than ever I could bear. It is an opportunity to rely upon you ever more.
All calamity opens the door to dependence. Lord, let me abandon myself to you.
You require no confession. I have no secrets from you. Even my innermost heart is an open book to you.
You shower me with all I need, with riches, nonetheless.
Lord, let me attend not to my prayers but to my listening and seeing. Let me recognize how you are already answering yet-unmade prayers.
I am the sheep, herded towards pasture. I am the ox, willing to dig furrows. I am the deer, ears pricked for danger.
Lord, let me be useful to you today. Let me be no wolf nor lion, sowing fear and chaos among gentle neighbors.
I am the newborn, helpless and pink.
Make me balm on the land, dear Lord.
Your power flows through the trees, the air, the world, my hands.
I sought you and you came here to me.
This is good news to share. Empower my words as you do the elements.
Pacing, a lion in a cage, I am my own jailer. I hoard wealth and dare not spend a cent.
I pace myself, while the world’s needs sprint by.
Lord, let me be useful today, reserving nothing. Tomorrow will be met with its own supply.
I am on no straight walkway. The trail curves and loops through the wood.
All the paths are yours. The choices I make at each fork are illusion, for in either case I am still along your way. I have no need to panic if I miss a turning. Slow my breath, Lord.
Protected and led, I am a child in the park, always safe.
Let me feel your hand in mine.
Stretched, let me persevere even as the winds blow against me.
Let me give thanks for these trials. Let me be an example for my fellows, showing of what your grace consists.
Deliver me, Lord, that others may hope.
Yesterday’s fear and woe have faded. Today’s dawn brings new worries. Tomorrow they will have been mist.
Lord, let me give today’s troubles only their due.They will pass.
Let me remember today as one where my faith grew, Lord.
Lord, let me be your loving and devoted child.