My panting soul approaches the only One who can quench my thirst. Lord, as I enter Your presence, filter my ears with holiness that deafens me to all distractions. Tune my listening to Your voice so that I may benefit from Your counsel and be moved by Your wisdom. Cover my brittle heart with spiritual dew that moistens the deceptive cracks until I am whole again. Your fingers harvest the fruit ready to be picked off the bough of my inner being. Let Your Spirit cultivate much more in me than I ever thought possible. Truly, Your Words are nourishment to the soul of my heart. Your truth is like rain that falls on freshly planted seeds, giving them what they need to grow. I delight in the counsel that only comes from being in Your presence, Lord. May I not forsake these precious moments in the harried tasks of a single day. Be pleased to pull me aside, Lord, when I have strayed through distraction. Continually reveal Your Spirit in me so that I may be cultivated into fruit worthy of consumption. Design this heavenly fruit to taste only of Christ, my Lord, and be pleased to distribute it through my life. Under the canopy of truth in Proverbs 15:16 and the authority of Christ, I come before the altar in prayer.

In the light of the King’s face there is life, and His favor is like the clouds that bring the spring rain.
Proverbs 15:16, ESV