God, grant me a mind of peace. Circumstances press in, my thoughts dart from problem to problem. Frantic speed will not fix what is broken.
Spread through my awareness like a pool of honey, Lord, sweet and slow. Let me rest, stop, breathe. You prepared this day for me, let me walk through it with appreciation.
Slow pace, great faith, careful gratitude.
Thy will be done.
(Letter #2,872)
Daily Letters to God 