O Lord, you who hold all things together, 

    help me. I pray, not to lose my mind; 

you who calmed the tempest,

    help me not to lose my temper;

you who promised rest to the weary,

    speak a word of peace to my tired body;

you who healed the blind,

    open my eyes to see your presence in the dark;

you who speak things into life,

    help me to hear your small voice over the din of my own noisy mind;

you who welcomed the children,

    take care of my own;

and you who promised to be with us always,

    be with me now in my hour of need,

    so that I may feel your tangible care.

I pray this in the name of Jesus, the Compassionate One,

Amen,

 

W, David O. Taylor, American theologian and Anglican priest

 

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Just as parents are kind
    to their children,
the Lord is kind
    to all who worship him,
because he knows
    we are made of dust.