O God Almighty, great gardener of my soul, use Your capable hands to till the soil of my heart. May the seeds of faith and service in You blossom into hope and joy that produces fragrant offerings for all to enjoy. I am Your holy flower, called to permeate the dank air of this world with the lovely fragrance of Christ. Thank You, Father, for continually sustaining me with Your living water even when those around me block the sunlight of Your love which I so desperately need. Grow me mightily in this new season, Lord. For I am planted by You as a display of Your splendor. Radiate the trust that is seeded in the dark but breaks through the hardened soil of hurt and pain in order to reach the light of Christ’s glory. Under the fragrance of Isaiah 61:3 and the authority of Christ Jesus, these prayers are set as incense before You, O God.

to grant to those who mourn in Zion—
    to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
    the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit;
that they may be called oaks of righteousness,
Isaiah 61:3, ESV