Dear God, sure of my own thoughts, I so often have the urge to correct others’. A know-it-all, I point out flaws and errors in what others say and do. I cloak this arrogance and helpfulness in good cheer.
My corrections are kind and intended to bring others to the light – so I imagine. In truth, I am puffing myself up, feeling superior to my fellows. No matter how gentle my words, my corrections diminish my brothers and sisters.
Lord, root out this pridefulness and stop my tongue. Let me speak only humility and love today.