Early in the morning, as I lie in bed, my mind squirrel-fully skittering ahead to what I want to do that day, I tell it to STOP.
I pray. It goes something like this:
“God, please direct my feet.
Please, help me see people the way you see them.
Please, temper my tongue.
Please, help me do things your way . . .” And that’s about as far as I’ve gotten.
What do you think I should add?