Lord, help me to get over myself.
Help me overcome the desire of wanting to be right, of wanting to have the last word.
Help me overcome my thin skin and permit to see how trivial most insults are, especially compared to the insults hurled against you at Calvary, as You struggled to carry my salvation on Your shoulders.
Help me to see the beam in my own eye and to become blind to the speck in my neighbor's.
Permit me to see others as You see them.
Permit me to endure what You will for me, without complaint.
Help me recognize that without You, I am nothing,
That without You, I can do nothing,
That with You, nothing is impossible.
Then, and only then, will I be able to achieve union with You, so that I might decrease and You might increase,
So that when others look at me,
They see only You.