Dear God,

I still don't like saying it, but I can't deny that I haven't been loving lately.  I've been prideful, hypocritical, self-righteous... and such an attitude negates anything that I might try to do for You.

I'm the type of person who identifies more with the Prodigal son's older brother, or the workers of the field who started at the beginning.  I still can't comprehend Your reasoning.

Give me the wisdom to not pick my own battles.  Because You are almighty, and don't need such a weak soldier as me to defend You.  Show me Your wisdom in the difference between passivity and letting You handle things.  Rid me of my frustration that stems from the lack of faith that You know what You're doing.  Give me faith that You can work through all sorts of paths, and that You can redeem at any point in time.  Let me check my own sin before my neighbor's.  Let me leave the speculation up to You, whether or not someone else is being true.  May I believe in your mercy and grace as much as your discipline and power.

It is not my place to do any saving.

By going through the ten commandments these past few weeks, it is clear that my human understanding and intuition often is not aligned what You intended.  My ways are naturally sinful.  Yet, please honor this continual struggle, as petty as it might be.