Following is a prayer written by a fellow pastor that certainly spoke to me and I thought it might speak to you as well.
Thank you for all I forget are gifts.
Forgive me for all the grievances
I remember too well.
Save me from the self-pity,
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
wide-willed for peace-making,
and for 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,
and something true
that I may understand what it is to rejoice.
May we all be wide-eyed, wide-willed, wide-hearted and restless 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,