have tried to manufacture a life in my small strength. Left to my devices, Lord, I fail, grow prideful, and forget the kingdom. You, who are the Word, are the one I worship with my words. You are the Storyteller of my life, but I have settled for a lesser story of stuff, recognition, and power. Forgive me. Everything I do, Jesus, I do now because I love you and want my life to count for your kingdom. Any fame that comes my way is a trifle offering, and it becomes a platform to make you famous and