Dear God,

Less of me, more of You.

Release me from the selfishness that paints me at the center of a broken and lonely universe. I must have more than these petty dreams of self-contentment, self-assurance, self-control, these insubstantial cardboard cut-outs blown over by the wind's softest sigh.

Pull my self out of the realm of my consciousness; fade me into insignificance. Remove my shifting eyes, my stuttering tongue, my trembling hands, my fickle heart, and fill those hollows up with You. Fill to the brim, fill to overflowing. Drench every part, sweet Holy Spirit, the deepest recesses of my being. Wash me, mold me, make me new.

This is not about me. Your plans are so much bigger than that. So much more grand, and beautiful. It is only Your grace, Your marvelous, marvelous grace, that has chosen me to be a thread in this tapestry. And what a masterpiece it is! I look outward, I look upward, into the swirl of color, into the way every strand works together, these atoms of the universe sewn seamlessly as one. When my eyes behold such glory, my self is forgotten, and I have never felt so well.

Keep my eyes fixed, Daddy. Keep my heart enraptured. Only You can save me. Only You can satisfy.