Dear God and co-conspirators of the Universe–be you one in the same,
I am breaking soil. I pray that as the sunlight beckons my petals to open that I blossom fully towards the light. That like nature I consume no more than what I need. That like the signature of all things my purpose be etched in each fractal written in God’s native tongue.
I petition to you opportunities to shine. To grow. To give and to receive, for both are pieces of your call. Eyes fixed inward if not upward, help me to always find my way back to breath.
Help me to see that not every great adventure spans miles. Sometimes it is simply traveling the stretch of road between who you used to be and who you are becoming.