All kinds of things fill our thoughts. But when we think of God, sanity enters the picture. It is as if the conductor takes his place at the rostrum: all the discordant sound, the tuning up and fidgeting, turns to silence; and then a melody, a full-bodied score in many parts, comes to birth in the very place where there had been chaos and confusion.
Lord, I think many things.
I have many thoughts.
Let me not forget You,
nor lose sight of You,
even for a moment.
Adapted from Celtic Daily Prayer
