Prayer 3

Lord, mine is a heart pestered with envy. I've got my hands on the plow, while my mind ponders the gaiety of others, with their exuberant conquests of pleasure, and their fantastic possessions. I am stained with self-doubt, and I struggle to see myself as you have proclaimed me. I'm surrounded by gluttons and hedonists who have pleasure and relief at their whim, while I sweat and ache for invisible fruit.
 And envy rots the fruit. 
 I bring before you my frustration, my silly complaint, while I know there are millions more oppressed and empty handed than I. 
But yours is a heart that transforms toil into joy. 
Bring back to me an ounce of your confidence. 
Bring back to me a sense of your presence. Come fill our lives with strange and wonderful things.

Proverbs 23:17-21, Luke 5:26, John 1:12
January 2, 2007


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