Dear heavenly Father, Yahweh, your ways are not our ways. Your heart is honest. Our hearts deceive. We plot, scheme, and manipulate. You live, plan, and nurture. We seek miracles, magic, wealth, and glory. We exhaust ourselves in the shadow of your cloak, desperately trying to get a handful of something real. All the while, You beckon us rest. May we be people who stop, reach up, and receive a kiss from He whose face authors the glorious light. May we find joy in simple truth rather than business in blinding shadows. May we delight in our father first, rather than the work of His hands. Amen.