These flaws in me, which I seek to improve – my pride, my self-pity, my judgment, my doubt – will you take them away?
I play architect, yet you are the potter and I the clay. Re-form me, Lord.
Grant me equanimity.
Let me live content in all circumstances. Thy will be done.
(Letter #2,741)
Daily Letters to God 
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