I stand in a creek as it trickles by, my limitations apparent. The water flows around me regardless of my efforts to stop or turn it.
Your power, Lord, is sometimes gentle and slow. The day unfolds whether I help it or not.
Watch the minnows dart, who live in the water. They do not fight the stream.
Let me walk in the direction you already have pointed me.
Standing on a plain, I peer into every corner of the horizon. Will not someone come?
There is nothing here to hide behind or under. I am face to face with my self, Lord, with you as midwife.
Make me ready to accept what I find and change.
Do I prepare for the day, or the day for me? Do we make ready for one another?
When we meet, will it be to embrace, or to do battle?
Those gathered figures: are they enemies or a festival?
So much rests on what I see as I look out through my window. Grant me clear sight and thought, Lord.
A hidden spring in craggy mountains. A sunlit glade in the middle of dark woods. A bench along an uphill path.
Lord, the unexpected friend, the inner voice, the softened heart. Let me find you, even where I am not looking. Steal upon me, grant me peace, let me become apprehended by grace.
Awaken me, Lord, to your ongoing grace. Undeserved, unexpected.
Found resources when the store rooms go bare. The words to say in a challenging time. A closed door protecting me from my own choices.
Your love, expressed as rescue. Grant me eyes to see it.
Are you training me or testing me, O Lord? Grant me equanimity, let the fields of labor and of battle be the same. Upon each, let me seek to be useful.
There is no victory but that over self. Let me seek and do your will today.
I learned to seek you, spurred by woe.
You made yourself known, bit by bit.
Now, on desert days, I seek again. But, the gift: I recall having found you, and know you will allow it again. This lonely walk, it is just a piece of a longer path.
Sustain me, Lord, even on such a gray march.
Power flows in. Do I squander it?
On the shore, I build sandcastles that will wash away with the tide. In the forest, I lay traps that will be falsely sprung. On the plains, I build shelter that will be blown down by winds.
Lord, let me build permanence. The stone tower light, which will be a benefit to all travelers, is formed bit by bit. Grant me perseverance, day by day by day.
The one sheep, lost. Do you smile upon it like the rest of the flock?
Sun shines on all, even those who wander through overgrown meadows. It is not limited to my carefully kept yards.
Those meadows are not mine to reclaim. The sheep not mine to pursue.
Let me tend this garden. Grant me trust in your grace for others, Lord.
Morning chores. Dawn spreads and light hits the pond. What if I were not here, would the grounds yet thrive?
Fences need fixing; brush clearing.
I live on your lands, dear Lord. What treasure you entrust to me. Look! My neighbors, they equally hold necessary duties. Together this place is maintained a paradise.
Let us attend to our tasks while the sun climbs in the sky. Soon enough it will be time to rest together and reflect on your providence.
Thy will be done, for all is well.