Let me seek your will. Let me help others. Let me place my own desires last.
I strive for accomplishment, yet it is all ashes. I am a child building in the sand.
Why think I that you concern yourself with where I place my feet? You call me to love my brothers and sisters, not to win races.
Lord, demolish my faulty values. Reorder my cares. Let me love your world.
(Letter #2,072)
