Lord, as I come to bear the fullness of my weight upon the scale of Your Word, let me not be found lacking substance. Inspire this soul through the heart of the psalmist to a meditative, penitent self-examination. Reveal the lack in the midst of Your mercy, Lord. How far have I been conformed to the likeness of my Savior? Where am I falling short? With striving of spirit, I endeavor to discover answers. May this distracted heart be recalibrated to the same rhythm as holy truth. Do I live as if death is great gain in Christ? Am I living by faith or sight? Is the armor of the Lord the first thing I put on in the morning? Though I am not called to wallow in self abasement, let me feel its provoking sting now and again. Not a thorn to bleed self-pity but a thorn that presses on refinement. For once the lack is revealed, I come to You in prayerful petition knowing that it is Your heartful desire to supply those requests birthed from true penitence. Make my faith authentic, Lord. Increase the heat of my passion for Your glory. Inflame the dying embers of holy love. Grace me with humility and meekness. Make me into Your image so that as I press my full weight on the world I am not lacking spiritual substance. Under the blessed truth in Colossians 1:9-10 and the authority of Christ, I pray.

And so, from the day we heard, we have not ceased to pray for you, asking that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding, so as to walk in a manner worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing to Him: bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God.
Colossians 1:9-10, ESV