Plant me deep in Your truth.
Let my roots stretch wide in Your Word,
Drawing strength from hidden places.
When winds come,
Let me not be shaken.
When storms rage,
Hold me steady in Your hands.
I want to grow,
Not just upward but inward.
Let patience be my soil,
And hope, my daily rain.
Pull out the weeds of pride,
Trim the branches of fear,
Break the hard ground of unbelief.
Every inch of growth is grace.
Every struggle, a stretch toward You.
Help me welcome the slow becoming.
Teach me to love the process.
To not rush bloom before time.
To trust the unseen work beneath.
I long to rise,
But first, help me stay rooted.
For You are the One who gives growth,
And You never rush the bloom.
In Your name, I pray. Amen.
Pray
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