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Prayer about the garden of my life: „With both hands“

Throughout the years I’ve written some prayers and poems, which I translate over the months one by one into english. Hoping, that some sister oder brother in Christ around the world may find the right thought in the right moment. You can use my prayers by referring to me in your smallgroups, services or devotions. Please use them only in a private, non commercial manner, thank you.
God bless you!

With both hands

With both hands
I’m in a box full of seed bags.
Glossy pictures on the front,
immaculate blossoms, lush fruits
– which promises do I believe?
What do I want to sow, cultivate, harvest?
What do I want to grow and bloom in my everyday life?

With both hands
I dig in the weeds.
Everything is matted, overgrown, full of poisonous roots.
How am I supposed to get through here?
How do I contain the infestation?
I grab, rip, dig –
more and more offshoots of noxious weeds
I pull out of the underground:
Decisions of my ego, impatience, arrogance, whims.
Will the misery ever end?

With both hands
I spread compost, mix in fertilizer,
I pick out stones.
Muddy fingers struggle with the seed bags,
until the paper tears
and I gently brush the small grains
into the open, lush soil.
Hope germinates – perhaps success is possible?

With both hands
I drag the watering can full to the brim,
which bangs against my knees,
until I reach the bed.
Slowly I let the water splash onto the seeds,
so that they find a foothold in the soil and begin to grow.

With both hands
I lay my trials before Jesus.
Will you bless it?
Will you give healing and growth?
Will you help me to disempower vicious weeds
And pull them from my heart?
Will you warn me of hailstorms
and guide me through the chaos?
I am there, he whispers.