I woke up and my tree was being seriously pruned = inspiration.
Lord,
You prune me like they pruned my tree.
You cut back some of the unruly growth to grow me the way you want me to.
The smell of the freshness makes me explode with life, while at the same time evoking the dreaded exposed feeling.
Be the master arbour of my life.
Trim what needs to be trimmed.
Cut back what needs to be cut back.
But do it all Lord, with love.
In the name of the Father,
the Son,
and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
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