Dear God, deliver me from arrogance. In so many areas, in so many ways, my chief defect is my prideful feeling of self-sufficiency. It takes me away from you, and I begin to believe myself to be a leader. I have dominion over others. My reliance on you, and hence any claim to humility I may have, slip away.
Knock me down, O Lord. Remove my pride. Make me ready to be a servant. Let me seek your will above all.
(Letter #1096)
I am adored — as are we all. Let me be awake to this, all throughout the day, safe, secure, enfolded in your embrace. No matter what happens in the area surrounding my body, or to my body, no matter my exertions, no matter my chores and tasks, no matter, even, my conflicts and warfare — you beam down upon me, you whisper into my ear, you wrap me in a warm cloak.
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