The following is prayer from Flannery O’Connor’s A Prayer Journal:
Dear God, I cannot love Thee the way I want to. You are the slim crescent of a moon that I see and my self is the earth’s shadow that keeps me from seeing all the moon. The crescent is very beautiful and perhaps that is all one like I am should or could see; but what I am afraid of, dear God, is that my self shadow will grow so large that it blocks the whole moon, and that I will judge myself by the shadow that is nothing.
Don’t let me ever think, dear God, that I was anything but the instrument for Your story–just like the typewriter was mine.
Help me to ask You, oh Lord, for what is good for me to have, for what I can have and do Your service by having.
Dear God, please give me as much air as it is not presumptuous to ask for.