Sivin Kit’s Garden

I am, O God, a jumbled mass of motives.
One moment I am adoring you, and the next I am shaking
my first at you.
I vacillate between mounting hope, and deepening despair.
I am full of faith, and full of doubt.
I want the best for others, and am jealous when they get
it.
Even so, God, I will not run from your presence. Nor will
I pretend to be what I am not. Thank you for accepting me
with all my contradictions.
Amen.

(p. 6, Prayers from the Heart by Richard Foster)