Dear God, I lie. In my prayers, I ask that I be granted greater humility, but deep down I question whether I truly want this. I say that I seek your will, but I exert so much effort in getting my way and influencing outcomes to benefit me. I desire good intentions. I so rarely have them.
Lord, improve me. Every morning I face the same prison of self. Yet I know the door to my cell is wide open. There you are, beckoning me. Let me willingly become more like the person you would have me be. Let me not harbor such selfish habits of mind and deed.
Where can I abandon self, O Lord? Surely I will find multiple opportunities today. Let me try harder to see them and to act.