Dear Master of the Universe
A new week has begun and I feel the rush.
Slow me down, Master.
Slow me to the beat of your heart.
I think of your words that say
Those who wait on you
Will run and not grow weary–
And I remember that rest
Is not about lack of motion
But rather moving forward with you
So that activity is a blessing not a burden
I will run this week–there is much to do
But help me do so in a way
That keeps me by your side.
Waiting and working,
Only you could tie those together.
Please do so for me today.
