Lord, let it be that I am never too busy on any day to pray. Let me never believe that it is not worth the bother, for a few words piping up into the heavens, I think, is to make the life that happens — not the one we plan for, but never have time to do — a blessed life. We often desire great, grand things, that we will make some magnificent gesture that will bring us honor without measure in the eyes of God; but these are often worthless fantasies. We most often are too busy with the day to day to follow our more extravagant pursuits, our dreaming tremendum. So sincerity is to weave what little we can into that day to day: for the little things can build to heroic proportions, if excercised with regular application. Let it be that I remember today to say a few words, and send them in flight. Today does not come again, each moment a chance — whether we take the trouble to bring that chance to mind or not.