Abba, the great gardener of my soul,

As uncomfortable and painful as it is, dig around in the soil of my soul to pluck out any vestiges of evil, of unrighteousness.  

Pluck from the dirt, all weeds that threaten to choke out the fruit of the Spirit.  

Prune my branches from extraneous and unnecessary growth to make room for better fruit.  

Water the soil of my soul with Your life giving nourishment.  

Shine down with Your eternal and glorious light to bathe my soul in the warmth and grace of life giving light.  

Tend to the garden of my soul for the glory of Your name and the good of my being.  Grant me a contentment, thankfulness, and joy with the discomfort of the process that I might delight in the final end product.  Give me Your sight, that I might see and willingly embrace all that must be to reap the dividends of Your eternal investment.  

Fortify my soul against the weariness of the process and may light from the radiance of Your glory suffuse my soul!

I love you!

Amen!