Dear God, so quick am I to congratulate myself for careful living. I fulfill an obligation and childishly seek praise. Or I smugly judge others who struggle, blind to how easily calamity might befall me and, indeed, how recently my inner life was in disarray.
Lord, quiet me. Make me a worker. Take away this chasing after approval, this festering pride.
Above all, Lord, take away my urge to judge others. Let me be compassionate toward all.