Dear God, I say I desire to do your will; I pray for this. What stops me?
Sloth keeps me idle. Fear freezes me in place. Pride holds me back from opening myself to criticism. Gluttony drives me to hoard my resources, that I may enjoy them abundantly later.
When I pray: relieve me of the bondage of self, that I better do thy will – these things, then, are what make those chains. My pride, my self-regard, my flaws.
Lord, let me shed these things like an unneeded cloak. At the end of a long day, I drop my worn garments to the ground in a pile. These flaws in my nature, that I wear like armor through the day, let me drop them.
Naked, let me labor in the sunshine, doing your simple chores.