God of every flower,
Teach me how to bloom, or help me to recognize it when I do. I admit that I forget how awesome you are, how beautiful your world is. I fail to see the beauty you have placed in me, focusing instead on the ugliness that I so often fall prey to. You are my God and King, and you have placed beauty inside me, not for my own glory, but for yours, so that I might shine forth with beauty, illuminating the world and pointing to you. This is all about you, O Lord, and your ultimate glory. May my passing shadow upon this world be one that points to you and your beauty, your grace, your endless love.
Amen.
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