I want to pass along a prayer written by Ted Loder, a Methodist minister. It’s one that certainly spoke to me and I thought it might speak to you as well.
                    Thank you for all I forget are gifts.
                                     not rights.
                   Forgive me for all the grievances 
                                   I remember too well.
                    Save me from the self-pity,
                                  the self-seeking,
                                                   the fat-heartedness
                                                   which is true poverty.
                     Guide me, if I’m willing
                                                       (drive me if I’m not)
                                                                     into the hard ways of sacrifice
                                                                                        which are just and loving.
                    Make me wide-eyed for beauty,
                                     and for my neighbor’s need
                                                                     and goodness;
                    wide-willed for peace-making,
                                    and for the confronting power
                                                      with the call to compassion;
                   wide-hearted for love
                                    and for the unloved,
                                                     who are the hardest to touch
                                                                       and need it the most.
                    Dull the envy in me which criticizes
                                     and complains life into a thousand ugly bits.
                    Keep me honest and tender enough to heal,
                                     tough enough to be healed of my hypocrisies.
                   Match my appetite for privilege
                                    with the stomach for commitment.
                    Teach me the great cost of paying attention
                                     that, naked to the dazzle of your back as you pass,
                                                      I may know I am always on holy ground.
                    Breathe into me the restlessness and courage
                                       to make something new,
                                                        something saving,
                                                                         and something true
                    that I may understand what it is to rejoice.
          May we all be wide-eyed, wide-willed, wide-hearted and rest-less and courageous enough to follow Christ’s new and saving and true way so that at last we can truly rejoice!
                                                                                         God be with you,