God of grace and truth,
There is a tightness in my body, in my spirit.
I am coiled, uncertain what is expected of me, but certain that something is coming.
There are many demands…
Situations, people, paperwork, noise.
Hold me still.
Remind me that your expectations are all that matter.
You furnish what I need to meet them.
Lead into quiet for your righteousness’s sake.
Help me to revel in your Still.
Cradle me in your Peace.
Bath me in your Rest.
Slowly I will uncurl, unfurl, unbind and stretch, full length, covered and protected by the Spirit’s gently curved wing.