Above all, I fear the judgment of others – beyond lack, trial, deprivation. I twist into knots avoiding the criticism of neighbors and strangers alike.
Lord, the supply I need is no pile of treasure, nor even raw material to fashion, but inner guidance and strength. Grant me the willingness to follow your path, even through brambles, even when it veers away from the main road.
If I am to do right, let me fear no judgment.