Lately at the beginning of (and often throughout) each day, I’ve been praying something like this:
God, make me a fool so You can shame the wise.
Father, please make me weak, so as to shame the strong.
Make me lowly and despised, as we watch You shine above the created order.
Help me to boast only in You—because You and Your righteousness are the only good in me; may I be mindful of who I was when You called me: unwise, influencing nothing, and of humble birth.
All I have and all I am is in You. Through me and my life, please proclaim the crucifixion and make known Your great love, power, and righteousness.
Thank You for making me Yours.
Now, I just hope I have courage and steadfastness as it is answered.