Dear God, I place myself at the center of almost every circumstance. Constantly, I wonder how I can improve my position, what will befall me, how will I feel. This line of thinking takes over before I realize it. Without even trying, I have shoved to the side all my big talk about seeking your will and trying to help others.
Lord, it is so easy to intend. Let me carry this intention through the day. Let me truly place others’ welfare ahead of my own. Let me diminish my own standing. Let me act contrary to my own instincts.
Let me, Lord, move to the margins and place you at the center of my understanding.
I will only be able to do this if I slow my responses. My reflexes are not humble ones. Let me pause and pause again. In the space, let me ask: What is the contrary action? What is the opposite of my instinct?
Let me seek to be small, that my devotion to do your will may grow large. Thy will be done.