Help Your beloved, Lord God Almighty, for my needs are great. Do not cast me aside to the hideous land of deserved consequences for my rebellion; because Your grace is my sweet refuge. Remember Your redeemed ones, Lord, most especially in times of trouble. Tread softly upon the perpetual ruins left in the wake of the enemy’s attack on my soul. Only You can put the shattered pieces back together according to divine design. Make me whole again, God. Deafen me to the roars of Your adversaries by tuning my ears to Your whispering voice of truth. Though worldly philosophies swing the ax at the tree of my faith, make the roots dig deep, Jesus, so that new growth appears even after enemy assault. The scarred and carved trunk of belief still supports the luscious foliage of my love for You because You have planted me in the rich soil of grace. Even though the enemy scoffs and reviles me, Your love is my shield, Jesus. Even though the storms of life assail me, Your presence is my safe harbor. My King, work Your salvation through me, making the branches of my faith bud and blossom with the fragrance of Christ. Establish my roots in Your Word. Arise as my Defender, my Keeper, and my Cultivator. In my readiness, let me perpetually praise Your great Name. Under the Word given in Matthew 13:8 and the authority of Christ, I bow in prayer.

Other seeds fell on good soil and brought forth grain,
some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty.
Matthew 13:8, NRSV