Dear God, let me be empty, a hole in the air, filled only by you. Let me be a transparent channel through which you flow to others. Let your love move through me outward to all – those I hold worthy and those whom I would shun. Let me not judge who gets your love, but let me try to pass it on to everyone, with no exceptions.
My self-regard blocks this channel all too often. I think of how I can benefit, how I might avoid problems, how I might maintain safety. Stop me, Lord, from all this thinking on self.
Let me be a flowing stream, clear and cool for the parched and weary around me. The river does not seek to protect itself, to allow some to bathe and deny others. Let me act as the river.
Thy will be done today, O Lord.