Dear father, your son die for the sins of this world, why do I not simply let my habit of masturbation die. Why do I struggle with such loneliness, with so much resentment. I know my hands need do your will not mine.
My struggle will always be mine but please let me give it to you, the maker of heaven and earth, who makes all things for good. Fill me with goodness and strength to use my hands for real love for real closeness and for eternity.