Self-Pride

 I bask in earthly adulation, wade in the waters of public acknowledgement, bursting in the seams with joy for prideful recognition.  The taste of social acceptance is an addicting formulary of I, myself, and me.  

I realized my thoughts and actions were wrapped in false humility.  I quickly thank people who helped and supported me - my team, my boss, my inspirations, and my stoic but rabid passion to fulfill my sense of completion. That is self-pride.  I never once mentioned your greater yet silent role in every good thing that comes my way.

I am sorry, Lord that I took you for granted and attributed all my accomplishments to hard work, grit, and determination that are offsprings of mere human effort. It wasn’t me doing all these.  You gave me hope, courage, and strength.  And when it was all too much, you carried me in my despair over perceived failures and setbacks. 

 You were the ground that steadied me, the muse that inspired me, the passion that fueled my daily purpose, the very essence of my inmost desires and dreams to live life doing something good, worthwhile, and fulfilling.  Yet sadly, I never publicly mentioned your name because I never knew you.  Jesus, please forgive me.