Lord, reach the tendrils of Your grace deep into the weeds choking Your truth out of my heart. Strengthen me so that I might not break amidst the storm that assails me now. I am but a weak branch in the thick forest of Your church. Improve my soul’s natural bent so that I am inclined toward eternity. Unite me to Yourself, Jesus, so that I can fully receive the Word from You. Freshly plant all truth within me until the glory of divine wisdom is etched deep into my heart. I put upon the altar anything that challenges the depth of my love for You. Whatever remaining darkness lingers within me, let it be illuminated by Your most pleasant light. Whatever lack is thwarting the fulfillment of Your will, open me completely until I yield to Your extended hand. I need You, God. I trust only in You. Send me Your gifts to be employed in the service of Your Kingdom. Grasp my heart with the tendrils of Your love reaching from the cross. Only You can find the treasure hidden within Your servant. Blessed is the one who waits for You and abides in You. Under the mighty Word of the Lord in John 15:1-2 and the authority of Christ I pray.

I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit.
John 15:1-2, NASB