Here's a prayer borrowed from Julia Schmidt's blog

O Lord,

in the turbulence

and the loneliness

of my living from day to day

and night to night,

keep me in touch with my roots,

so I will remember where I came from and with whom;

keep me in touch with my feelings,

so I will be more aware of who I really am and what it costs;

keep me in touch with my mind

so I will know who I am not and what that means;

and keep me in touch with my dreams,

so I will grow toward where I want to go and for whom.

O, Lord,

deliver me from the arrogance of assuming

I know enough to judge others;

deliver me from the timidity of presuming

I don't know enough to help others;

deliver me from the illusion of claiming I have changed enough

when I have only risked little,

that, so liberated, I will make some the days to come different.

O, Lord,

I ask not to be delivered

from the tensions that wind me tight,

but I do ask for a sense of direction in which to move once wound,

a sense of humor about my disappointments,

a sense of respect for the elegant puzzlement of being human,

and a sense of gladness for your kingdom

which comes in spite of my fretful pulling and tugging.

O, Lord,

nurture in me the song of a lover,

the vision of a poet,

the questions of a child,

the boldness of a prophet,

the courage of a disciple.

O, Lord,

it is said you created people

because you love stories.

Be with me as I live out my story.

by Ted Loder