God, from ancient days to modern times,
you have chosen human language to communicate with men and women;
in fact, you are a writer yourself,
having written your commandments in tablets of stone,
my name in the Lamb’s Book of Life,
and your Word in my heart.

You have also given me a love for the written word,
and have indebted me to the writings of many gifted men and women.

So, while I am a feeble tool, I know that I am in the hands of a mighty Master,
and so I ask:
help me to stir up the gift of God that is within me;
help me to persevere when writing is hard,
when I am tired,
when my efforts are rejected;
help me to remember, when others seem to have a much greater gift,
an enviable talent,
a natural ability,
that no one possesses the singular combination of my gift,
my personality,
and my experience;
help me to submit to you all my talents and all my efforts,
never expecting the former to exceed the latter;
and help me strive to learn more of my craft at every opportunity,
to develop my skills and fan the flames of my passions
so that I will be not only a writer,
but also an instrument of the Living God,
in Jesus’ name, amen.