Dear God, I think too intently on my place in this world. What is my rank? How am I seen? Do others approve? These thoughts beset me throughout the day. They poison my actions with grasping and worry. They undermine even my most altruistic act.
Lord, dismantle this structure I have built for myself, this pedestal, this armor. Let me stand naked and upright in the light. Let me not blink from the glare.