God take your time with me. I do not want to arrive at the destination, too fast and fail. Humble me, structure me, and most of all build me, from the inside out.
God forgive me, for making the finish line an idol and from making accomplishing the goal, a god. Open my eyes to who I really am, the facts and failures. Show me where I need growth.
Show me the distinction between power and authority, or I will abuse it. I thank you for being Lord of all. I submit to you my good days and my bad days, I submit to you my flaws and my strengths.
I also surrender to you, my thoughts. What I think highly of, about myself and what I think lowly, of about myself. All of who I am is putty in your hands. You are LORD.
He said, “Can I not do with you, Israel, as this potter does?” declares the Lord. “Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, Israel.