Dear God, when I am in deepest pain, my prayer to you is most honest. “Lord, help me.” Anything more I might say is simply embellishment.
How, Lord, can I be equally honest with you even when I am not desperate? But instead I dress up my prayer in elaborate thoughts and words.
Lord, burn away my affectation. Burn away my self-congratulation. Burn away my pride. Leave me naked before you, a child calling for help. Let my call to you be so straightforward that the very prayer is its own answer.
Let me do your will today.
(Letter #998)
Daily Letters to God 