God-inspired Wisdom, Words and Poetry

She always grabs the seat with the best view,
the nicest room in adjoining suites,
the choicest selection of desserts—
and leaves the less desirable for me.
Sometimes I resent it.
Not because I want it for myself,
for I would offer the best to her
if given the opportunity,
but, because her actions tell me
I am worthy only of second best.

Lord, stamp out that flicker of resentment.
replace it with a burning love of acceptance,
just as You love and accept me
when I use the best of myself
for my own desires
and give You what’s left over.