My God, only You can ripen the unharvested fruit of my life. Let my soil be tended by You, filled with the nutrients of divine love, balanced with the life giving water of eternity, and warmed by the light of God’s one and only Son. Wrap every tendril of my fragile belief tightly around Your majestic heart, God, until I am one with You in Spirit. Your grace is the net that catches me when I step blindly off the cliff in faith and trust. Even my destined form is a mystery to me because only You know how I was designed to best reflect Christ. Father, prune me with Your hands of sovereign discipline. Cultivate me with the mighty truth that only comes from Your Word. Plant me where You think it is necessary for me to grow. Lord, pummel my fleshly pursuits into oblivion. Carve my selfish desires away with precision until all that remains gives glory to You. If the storms of life are allowed to rage for a while, let the deluge of Your eternal nearness protect the seeds You have sown in my heart. Use all the seasons of my life to bring forth a bounty of faith which You delight to harvest in Your perfect timing. Under the Word of truth in Genesis 8:22 and the authority of Christ, I bow in humble prayer.

While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat,
summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.
Genesis 8:22, RSV