Why do I have to be the boss?  Why do I have to be the one in charge?  Why do I always have to be right about everything?  Why is it so important to be recognized?  Why do I fight for my rights so fiercely?  I’m sure I haven’t learned to die well.  My soul wars against daily death.  I really find that I am in charge of very little.  Only the things of my heart and mind can I yield.  My words may be exact and my actions deliberate but often they only serve to anchor my self and empower my rights.  I find brokenness the door to nearness.  I find servant hood the way of my Lord.  I long to since my life is pleasing to Him.  This road flies in the face of my natural impulses.  I have aspired to do great things when small common things were left undone:  little kindnesses, a smile, eyes of compassion, just doing good because I can, being courteous and respectful to others with no agenda but to honor them.  I want to be poured out for your glory.  I want to be spent in anyway you see fit.  I don’t want to draw back when it is my lot to bear the stroke.   I want to endure graciously things that are inconvenient.  May the lives of others be filled with the fragrance of who you are because I have chosen your way above my own.