Teach me to do your will, for you are my God.
Psalm 143:10a

Dear God, this seems like the scariest thing I could pray. This was a psalm of David. Were some of the struggles he brought upon himself, especially in the second half of his reign, just you answering this prayer.

I’ll admit that I’m not sure I have the courage to pray it. Aren’t I doing enough to follow your will already? I don’t really need to grow from here, right? (Sarcasm intended.) But seriously, is there any way that I can discipline myself to learn the lessons you have for me without suffering too much?

The problem is that there are multiple things that come from my suffering. Beyond the lessons I learn about following you, there is also a humility and empathy that comes from struggle and failure that can often only be learned through in the valleys. They add depth to my character and make me more salty as I go into the world as your ambassador. (Luke 14:28-35)

“But don’t begin until you count the cost. For who would begin construction of a building without first calculating the cost to see if there is enough money to finish it? Otherwise, you might complete only the foundation before running out of money, and then everyone would laugh at you. They would say, ‘There’s the person who started that building and couldn’t afford to finish it!’ “Or what king would go to war against another king without first sitting down with his counselors to discuss whether his army of 10,000 could defeat the 20,000 soldiers marching against him? And if he can’t, he will send a delegation to discuss terms of peace while the enemy is still far away. So you cannot become my disciple without giving up everything you own. “Salt is good for seasoning. But if it loses its flavor, how do you make it salty again? Flavorless salt is good neither for the soil nor for the manure pile. It is thrown away. Anyone with ears to hear should listen and understand!”
Luke 14:28-35

Father, I guess I have to say it anyway: Please make me salty. Whatever that means. I have counted the cost. I consider my life worth nothing to me. I am yours. Please be gentle.

In Jesus’s name I pray,

Amen