Dear God, I often pray that I might become a better person, that I might overcome my defects. This is in itself a form of pride – that I can presume to know the directions in which I should grow.
Lord, let me seek your will. Let me accept your dictates. Let me not try to be someone else, as if my defects can just be wished away. Let me have willingness, complete willingness, to be your servant. Thy will be done.