I pray, not so that people will hear me praying.

I help, not so that people will know that I'm helping.

I cry, not so that people will comfort me.

I go out of my way for friends, not so I'll get their gratitude.

I trudge on silently, not to get people's approval.

I do all those things, because You've blessed me with a heart that longs for my brothers and sisters, and that gift to help, organize and plan.



and so I ask that You comfort that same heart that's longing for recognition from men and seeking to be acknowledged and thanked by men. That I will be comforted and simply grateful that You've blessed me with those gifts to serve You.