Mother God, Father God, I find myself stuck in a tar pit
Of my own making. Although I could have chosen To let go of my feelings of being disrespected, Treated unfairly, And deserving more than I received, I decided to wallow In a state of self-pity, Anger, And martyrdom. I deceived myself through my Right to feel moody Complaining and whining, About an insignificant event That doesn’t deserve to be mentioned In the same breath With the daily life-and-death encounters That face many of my brothers and sisters. Forgive my selfishness And misplaced, distorted emotions. While I beg Your forgiveness for the size of my office, help those who have no shelter In lands devastated by the ravages of nature’s storms. Shield them from the force of the elements. Provide them food and medical care To aid their survival. Let we who have much Remember and aid Those who have little. In Jesus’ name. Amen.