Make our souls like well-watered gardens, bearing fruit of the spirit to nourish us in our quest to be your disciples in word and deed. For You are the Ground of our Being, O Savior, and we find our rest and our strength within your arms of healing and forgiveness.
Drive far from us all pettiness and anger; let us do what we can to be a blessing to others and to your Name.
May our thanksgivings reach to the heavens; may our thoughts be on your abundant grace as we go about our day. Spread your canopy of love and comfort over all who are in the shadow of hopelessness or despair, and soothe those who cry to You, especially those we now name.
Amen.
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