Let me be granted right aims. Let me hunger for righteousness. Let me not seek selfish ends.
But lo! The day presents me with moment upon moment in which I place myself first. How will a get that, what will I gain if I do this. Self pollutes my thinking and chokes out all else.
Self, as it grows, makes me prideful, filled with sloth and self-pity.
Grant me, Lord, humility, acceptance, diligence. Let me seek these things. Let me want to seek these things. Let me pursue you and not my misshapen self.
(Letter #1,635)
