God, I need help. I’ve wandered far from you. When I feel bad, I run to you, but when I feel good, I neglect you. I’m in a valley now, but I pray that my present yearning for you would be not transient, but permanent.
Help me love you, God. Help me love my brothers and sisters and parents. But most of all, let me see my extreme need for you. Help me remember what I am without you: a pitiful, unlovely heap who should have died many times over.
But you chose to love me, and that gives me worth and a reason to live. You’ve given me purpose. Please help me remember that.