Saturday, May 20, 2017

Dear God, you know my every thought, my every intention, my every secret. You know how strong is my desire to be a better person than I am and how, deep in my core, how strong are the forces that urge me to fall short. I am at war with self, and you know this even before I admit it.

Lord, strengthen my higher self and weaken the selfish, small part of my intentions.

Lord, let me feel your protective mantle. You are my shield, the roof over my head. I am so vulnerable, in truth. Without you I am exposed and naked.

How, my dear God, can I think more of others, even when I am fearful for my own fate? How can I place self-satisfaction behind service to my fellows? I want to have these right intentions, but if I am honest with myself, I am still seeking my own comfort and advancement.

Let me, Lord, find you under the mire within me. Grow inside my heart, and blot out the self-regard that bedevils me.

(Letter #871)