A rubble-strewn path. Each step requires care lest I turn my ankle.
My attention wanders. What do I place before the attention this current task requires? The vista. The weight of the burden I carry. What they will think of me if I fail. What I left behind.
Distractions, Lord. They come between me and you, and thus become idols. I will trip and fall from disloyalty.
You are with me guiding my feet, Lord. Let me willingly be led with care and attention.