God,
And my priorities might be all over the map.
And I might lack the self control to stick to my lent activities.
And my pride and might roar with "unrighteous" anger.
And I might feel like I've got it all wrong, like I've got it all backwards.
And I might want to run as far away as I can.
So let your love come in like a flood, overwhelming and overriding.
Surprise me with your care
Enchant me with your wonder.
Unlock my hardened heart, soften it into soil.
Prepare my being to be your tabernacle, your holy sanctuary of life.
Rearrange my thinking
Root your truths, weed out the lies.
Plant your seeds in me, your seeds of the Spirit.
Lord, have mercy.
Amen.
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