I await greater faith, that I may pray better. O mistaken thought, it is prayer that brings faith.
You shower me with obligation and duty, from which I recoil in sloth. I await greater industry, insensible that it is wrought out of obligations met, duties upheld.
Are you testing me or training me, dear Lord?
They are the same thing.
If I am to be a channel, carrying your love and power to my fellows, let me remain clear. Let me not be miserly, that this pipeline may not corrode nor become blocked through disuse.
Your love for me is unlimited by the physical restrictions of this world. How dare I close the spigot?
I live by an Alpine lake, why fear I an empty jug?
Lord, let me onpass what you so generously bestow upon me – peace and ease.
Let me participate in these prayers I mouth to you.
Let these pleas live within my heart. Let me do more than recite from a script.
I have collapsed in a heap. I cry out for help: a true prayer.
I cower behind a barricade. I beg for rescue: a true prayer.
Let me find no pride in piety, Lord. You are the rescuer and lighthouse, not the jailer. Thy will be done.
Stuck, the solution came to me: walk around this obstacle.
Hungry, I found nourishment in an unexpected place.
Cold, a fellow gave me their blanket.
Lord, these miracles fill my day. Moment by moment, need by need, you sustain me.
Why wait I for dramatic rescue when you yet guide my feet toward safety?
Let me see what is already here.
Let me overcome self today.
Let me turn away from my own advantage.
Let me duck away from the spotlight.
Let me deplete my reservoirs, for they are filled with treasure borrowed from your grace. I am not my own.
Let me overcome self.
I am as strong equally today as yesterday; wherefore comes this feeling of weakness? Yesterday I scaled a wall, today I cower before the dawn.
Lord, rule my attitude. Make me willing to stand erect even when I would stoop.
I wish to hide from view, yet the podium is waiting. You have arranged this table for me, let me accept it.
I wish for a map, but even that would not suffice. Can a map show me whom I will greet?
I carry your treasure with me; you have entrusted me to distribute it.
Let me be ready, with good will, for all encounters today.
I kneel in the morning gloom, and ask for knowledge of your will for me and the power to carry it out. I am frightened of the day’s journey and want comfort.
How will I know when the power has come to me? Is it strength you give? I am is weary at the start of a successful day as I am before a day of failure.
Trembling, step-by-step, I will walk while you clear stones from the way.
Improve my faith, Lord, that my meager resources will be enough. Your providence is its own form of strength.
I came to you, deflated and broken. You we made me and taught me a way to live. You gave me a path to walk. I am so far from where I began, still yet nowhere near a destination.
I am on the way.
A small handful walk with me. Nothing I might have said drew them along; they were attracted by the fact of the path.
Let us be on the way together, Lord.
How could I have missed your leading me, step by slow step, all these years? I thought I wondered in a wasteland of dissolution. Yet you guided me to rescue.
It was always planned.
These current woes, will I not look back upon them in the same way? Are you not already here with me, Lord?
Why, then, do I desire rescue? Let me walk on, already accompanied.