I need Your sense of time. Always I have an underlying anxiety about things. Sometimes I am in a hurry to
achieve my ends and am completely without patience. It is hard for me to realize that some growth is
slow, that not all processes are swift. I cannot discriminate between what takes time to develop and what
can be rushed because my sense of time is dulled. O to understand the meaning of perspective that I may
do all things with a profound sense of leisure of time.

I need Your sense of order. The confusion of the details of living is sometimes overwhelming. The little
things keep getting in my way, providing ready-made excuses for failure to do and be what I know I ought
to do and be. Much time is spent on things that are not very important while significant things are put in
an insignificant place in my scheme of order. I must unscramble my affairs so that my life will become
order. O God, I need Your sense of order.

I need Your sense of the future. Teach me to know that life is ever on the side of the future. Keep alive in
me the future look, the high hope. Let me not be frozen either by the past or the present. Grant me, O
Patient One, Your sense of the future without which all life would sicken and die.

“I Need You”
Howard Thurman